Fairy Fantasia The Belle Of The Ball 🧚

As she flutters her beautiful feathery eyelashes 

And all the while she captivates the Elves 

Who are totally besotted sitting on shelves

But out of them all there is one that she loves

As he picks off pink petals from a patch of foxgloves

His hair is as light as a rich, ripened corn

That shines amidst a harvest on the dew, dusted dawn

So she wriggles and giggles as her tiny cheeks blush

As she shares a birdbath with a  speckled song thrush

Oh how she woos the rest of the elves

They are drooling and dribbling all over themselves

She is by far the prettiest of them all

Fairy Fantasia the belle of the ball

Yet she yearns for only the heart of he

Who dotes on another more darker than she

Perhaps one day soon betwixt happenstance