There is something quite odd in the way she mothers the pod Keeping the imaginary peas warm protecting them from harm. She is the fairy of the sweet pea Happy, kind and carefree Sadly she has a secret confession and definitely she's under the impression. That the plant produces something but apart from flowers, it doesn't do anything. No little peas, just floppy empty pods Winding up tired and well worn rods. But without the fairy's magic powers The plant would find it hard to give flowers. But she is as sweet as ever they come and as round as a Victoria plum. She sits all day nursing the pods lovingly Hoping one day she will see her first green pea.