Bluebells Poem by Ima Ryma

My young son and I took a stroll
Into a forest and came to
Bluebell flowers, a garden whole,
A lovely sight to behold, true.
But I remembered from folklore
With bluebells evil fairies dwell.
So do not touch the bluebells or
Evil fairies will cast their spell.
Before I could stop my young son,
He ran into the bluebells and
Began picking them one by one.
He was too young to understand.

Alone in the bluebells I be.
My young son, fairies took from me.