Guarding the blossom On cool summer nights The gem of the loganberry, raspberry And currants. A sweet little fairy, wings as pink as fruit Flitting between thorns, tearing her skirt Coaxing the spider to repair her wings With silken threads from his web. Her lace, his face, her grace, his pace Her terms, his place. The fairy of the bramble, A delicate little one. Her Song, she did wrong, his legs, so long The fairy of the bramble.