Her hair is spun pure gold,
Her pink dress is woven of silk,
Her eyes sparkle with delight,
And the moon shines at the start of the night.
And at the start of sunlight,
Magical creatures look after nature,
And at the bottom of the garden,
A fairy's wings fly her,
From flower-to-flower,
To work at all hours,
For fairy dust keeps the roses blooming,
And keeps roots drinking water from the soil,
For no gardening can ruin or spoil,
What is the magic of nature.
So every time you look,
At the bottom of the garden,
Think of those fairies,
That create magic, and are magic,
For all time.
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