Lying in my bed in the darkest night
I watched with open eyes a sight
Fairies sat on my summer cherry tree
Looking through a window at me
I blinked hoping they would all go away
But no they were there to stare and stay
Smiling, waving, lots of them sitting in threes
Swaying to and fro like branches in a breeze
Each one had different coloured clothes
On each lapel they wore a bright green rose
Little red boots with no laces on their tiny feet
They just sat there watching until I fell asleep
When I awoke it was a bright summer morn
The trees were bare the fairies had gone
Was it a dream I dreamt last night
Or was it my age, my old failing sight.
But when Autumn came and Cherry leaves fell
I looked at the bare tree there was a story to tell
For high on the tree were I seen many Fairy faces
There was row after row of little red boot laces.
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