She washes her wings with splishes and splashes as she flutters her beautiful feathery eyelashes and all the while she captivates the Elves who are totally besotted sitting on shelves

But out of them all there is one that she loves as he picks off pink petals from a patch of foxgloves.. his hair is as light as a rich, ripened corn that shines amidst a harvest on the dew, dusted dawn.. So she wriggles and giggles as her tiny cheeks blush as she shares a birdbath with a  speckled song thrush..

Oh how she woos the rest of the elves..they are drooling and dribbling all over themselves.. she is by far the prettiest of them all.. Fairy Fantasia the belle of the ball.. yet she yearns for only the heart of he.. who dotes on another more darker than she.. Perhaps one day soon betwixt happenstance their two hearts will unite with a folklore romance...