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 laceTheir not harmful they just want to play.
