If you go searching through the bush
And look under some rocks,
You'll find a little fairy sprite
In bright green stripy socks.
Upon her head she wears alei
Of bright and colourful flowers.
And when it rains she collects the drops
And that is how she showers!
She wears a dress of golden silk
She's spun from cocoons in the trees,
It's glued together with native honey
She's stolen from the bees.
But if you try to trap her
And keep her for yourself,
You'll be turned into a warty toad
By her friend the elf.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
If you go searching through the bush
And look under some rocks,
You'll find a little fairy sprite
In bright green stripy socks.
Upon her head she wears alei
Of bright and colourful flowers.
And when it rains she collects the drops
And that is how she showers!
She wears a dress of golden silk
She's spun from cocoons in the trees,
It's glued together with native honey
She's stolen from the bees.
But if you try to trap her
And keep her for yourself,
You'll be turned into a warty toad
By her friend the elf.
A poem I wrote last year. Age 10.5
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