Now all little fairies run out of things Little clover soaps and even replacement wings. Little vine laces for their little fairy feet Little fairy apple pips as a midday treat. So they all go to the silver shop for spares And there is a fairy appointed that really cares She has drawers filled with this and that From silver bells to a rose petal hat There is no such thing as money in fairyland Every sale done with a shake of the hand. The fairy of the silver shop everyoneβs delight Open every morning and closes at midnight. The imps and elves enjoy the pleasure Of rooting through such precious treasure. Cherry stones and acorns make great pipes And little lacy cobwebs make superior wipes She stocks all these and very much more It wonβt be long before she opens a superstore.