The Orphan Boy-A Faery Story for My Grandaughter Katie

The Orphan Boy

The little boy lay sleeping homeless in the park.

t was cold and he did shiver so frightened in the dark.

No mother nor father to tuck him into bed

No pillow full of feathers to rest his weary head.

The faery Queen looked down a tear fell from her eye.

The winter winds will end him he surely will soon die.

She commanded her best faeries go to the little boy.

Go bring him to our island to be happy and filled with joy.

Bring him to the faerie place to run free and run wild.

Where happiness will fill him go bring the human child.

Guide him here in safety fly there hand in hand

From his world so filled with sadness

With more tears than he can stand.

The cold was biting through him he was near his very last

As the faery throng came to him his troubles were near passed.

A thousand faery hands took him like a feather to the sky.

To warm him by the suns light as to the magic land they fly.

No more to feel the hunger and pain of being alone

The magic kingdom he lived in was a wonderful new home

He had faeries for sisters and the faery queen became his Mom

He was her little boy her one and only son.

The faery throng would sing to him a lovely faery song

We brought him to our island to be happy and filled with joy.

To live within our faery place to run free and run wild

Where happiness will fill him our only human child.

Never to be alone again but take hold a faery hand

From his world so filled with sadness

With more tears than he can stand.