The Fairy Time Ball

Fairies have come from the butter ball trees
From the mountains of cobwebs and snow
They’ve come from fields of strawberry jam
From lands where only stars glow

The fairy folk frolic by firefly light
It’s Princess Shaylee’s birthday today
So they will dance in the moon
And in the star light
Until all time passes away

She’s turning nine on this happy day
Nine hundred, if you really must know

Her gown is of thistledown silk
As blue as a butterfly’s wings
It’s covered in tiny pink diamonds
And other sparkly bright things
There’s a crown on her head
Fairy dust in her hair
Small golden slippers
On her feet does she wear

The musician is a harpist
With a beard down to his knees
He will play what you wish
All you do is say please
A loud achoo bursts out
Every time he eats cheese

There’s plenty to feast on
And honey water to drink
No one gets drunk
If that’s what you think

They dance through the dark
Until the dawn is new born
Then they go back to their lands
In the early light of the morn
They won’t gather again
Until the first days of fall
Perhaps you can come
To the next fairy time ball