Have you been to the place where the fairies play?
It's down by the bend of the stream.
I've heard them speak on a quiet day,
And their voices are soft as cream.

They try not to get their fairy wings wet:
They need to be dry to fly.
But as you might guess that on a bet
Some little fairies try.

It is really fun to see them at night
As they play by the light of the moon.
They often join in with a new little sprite
Who is singing his new fairy tune.

They splash and splash as they dart and play.
They make little rainbows too.
Oh, how I wish you could come with me
And visit the fairies too.

They call up any new thing they wish
As they rest beside the shore:
Ice sodas with gumdrops sparkling -
Far better than any store!

I always wish I could join them
And enter their world of joy.
But theirs is a very hallowed place,
Not open to girl or boy.