Creeping through the kitchen
sneaking out the door
shhh my wee accomplice
if we're quiet we'll see more
left their feathers on the patio
their footsteps in the earth
I know there is a fairy-o
lets hunt for all we're worth
peeking in the buckets
and underneath the stone
told off by the two-year old
boy them kid's do moan!
"Iesus, see the fishies!"
her wee order not request
don't fall in, the water's cold
so cling her to my chest
I'm a fishy too I say
she almost does believe
but then instead of fish flakes
she feeds me rotten leaves
whoops I showed her something
throwing water in the air
now we both are slightly damp
won't tell your mum I swear
back to seeking fairies
and I'm crawling in the muck
got to find one somewhere
AHA! we are in luck!
a secret little wee one
hidden all away
but when she saw us coming
she turned to stone all grey.
not to worry little Freya
when we're gone awhile
she'll turn back to a fairy
with her pretty smile
now back to the kitchen
their rehearsals going well
mum looks close at her soggy sleeves
mum's can always tell.
what was she putting in your mouth?
Oh dead leaves, well thats ok!
a toddlers work is never done
and adults call it play....