Long silver tresses grace her lovely sleeping face
There peaceful on the silken moss
Dreaming of rainbow skies and flitting butterflies
In a dewdrops shimmering gloss

She is off flying low with portly bumblebees
Collecting nectar sweet
From sunny flowers smiling up at the sun
Glowing honey is the feast

Noontime tea is spent with Black Widow Spider
Reminiscing in her spinning weave
Of days gone by when Old Moon would rise
Waving as New Sun would leave

She dreams on and on in such peaceful glee
Playing leapfrog with Mr. Toad
Scaling purple mushroom trees with a single bound
Landing on her perfect tiny toes

Oh, let us do not wake her from her dreamland
Do not touch her silver hair
Perhaps if we lie down and close our eyes
We can all join her there