She is the most golden frilly fairy
frills on her frock, lacy and long
An acorn, like a helmet, a bit scary
sits on her head, aged and strong.
Her frock changes colour with each season
swapping from a lime to a russet red
For this there has to be a reason
Maybe it's because it has golden thread.
Her wings are embroidered with lace
made from the red spiders special web
Mind the sour look on the spider's face
Well it was taken when he was at a low ebb.
Sitting on acorns she passes precious time
Sorting through leaves that are colour coded
Making sure that they are free from grime
and that they are not dry and eroded.