Woodlyn Fairies

A place where you can go and tell

But never share there stuff or well

Open your eyes

Many perfume skies

And in the place where the wee lings play

Their dancing round, tippy toed

They flash their colors just for show

Their magic is a secret thing

As they sit around the fairy ring

The great tall trees are their best friends

Guards them from where the forest ends.

And on the days when the sun is bright

They cast down shadows and down comes light

And as the branches gently rustle,

Behind the bushes the fairies bustle

Please do not disturb this little place

Just look at the magic of their face

Pointed ears, and wings of lace

Their not harmful they just want to play.