Fairies are like miniature angels, flying past us every day
Little wings glowing, sweet little fays
In the shadows they hide, under and behind rocks
Playing tricks on mortals, making us laughing stocks
Fairies are like angels, this much is true
I’ve a feeling you’ve met them, well maybe one or two
Sweet angel faces, happy little smiles
Why don’t you sit and meditate, and talk with them awhile?
Dreaming, playing, swimming, chasing, as little fairies do
Congregating on the top of a hanging horseshoe
Drinking, laughing, always dancing in the steepy glens
Come along and see them, and bring along your friends
Fairies are like angels as I have said before
A lot of fun you’ll have with them for they are not a bore
Fairies are like angels fluttering low and high
Sometimes when they hide they become midges in the summer sky
Angels are full of magic; they’ll take away your woes
For what better place to store them than down some rotten holes?
© Tina Cousins 2013
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