Magical light dances in the forest night
With each flickering song
The gnomes cobbled along
Each of the sprites baskets true
Hidden in the valleys, lilacs dew
Shall come to soft periwinkle trees
Laughter is heard, within humans to thee
Ah, said" the tree with sparkles and rye'
Down in the breath of the new fallen rain
Sheltered from all who still came
She was but tiny and sweet
Keep away from human you see
For the day she would be the queen
And reign freely
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Regis.
Tis the twig that landed upon the leaf, that has let us hold her story now told. T Y.
Love ya!
Jane