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The pixies and faeries in a hidden dell Were dancing in circles round a wishing well. They flitted and flirted about in the breeze And they pranced and they danced in the shade of the trees. I timidly asked, when they stopped for a spell, For what do they wish, in their wishing well! And they answered, “Give the name of anyone sick And we’ll have them well – in double-time quick!” So I whispered YOUR name (I was scared to speak loud) And the Faerie Queen, wafting on thistle-down cloud Lifted her wand, and the faerie folk sang In silver tones – and your name rang and rang!! And I know full well that they really were there – The Faerie Queen with her shining gold hair And the faerie dell with its magic spell …. And that’s how I know that you’ll soon be well. |
