This tiny fairy, let us say has attitude. Most little things get on her pip! Sitting amongst fragrant blossom Is not nice, no pleasure trip. She has to put up with frilly petals Leaves and the odd red spider. It is the constant supply of buds That to her is the decider. She would like to go and pray With the other fairies at the chapel Not sitting amongst blossom Waiting for the inevitable apple. But as with all other fairies She has her work to do, her duty To sit there all pink and frilly Feeling fresh and very fruity. She tirelessly waits, and she waits For the blossom buds to flower. Then it is another waiting game For the apples to appear very sour. She once considered jumping ship And sitting with the Fairy of the Douglas fir But after some serious and careful thought Decided that it would not really appeal to her. But she is happy I suppose But still would like to alter direction Is it little wonder then that this Fairy Has such a rosy red complexion.