She lay crumpled in my garden and I thought that she was dead.
The sun’s rays touched the golden hair upon her little head.
A wand was clasped within her hand and she had tiny wings –
But I wasn’t someone who believed in supernatural things!
I asked myself: “Is this a dream from which I must awake?”
Yet, there she lay upon the soil. It wasn't a mistake.
I picked her up. Was she a doll - a little girl’s delight?
Was there somewhere an upset child who’d cry for her tonight?
There’s more I have to tell you but you may think it’s untrue.
She opened up her tiny eyes – such pretty eyes of blue!!
She then sat up and looked around, so now what should I do?
I said: “Sweet fairy, do not fear, I never would hurt you.”
She then told me her story which I’ll now relate to you:
A bumblebee had knocked her down, as in the flowers she flew.
She fell amongst my marigolds and here she’d been all day.
How lucky for the little thing that I had come her way.
I took her home and cared for her and now she’s fit and well,
So I’ll return her to my garden and I’ll sadly say farewell.
Believe in fairies? Now I do. Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t stay,
But I’m sure if you believe in them, you’ll see one, one fine day.
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