by Rebecca Hamilton

Down deep in the shady grove

Surrounded by tall dark oaks

Where the greatest treasure is stowed

`Tis the home of the fairy folks

Gleefully the fairies dance

Around the flowers gay

Higher and higher they seem to prance

On the most wondrous mysterious fay

And as the sun begins to rise

There is an enormous flurry

As every single fairy hides

To their homes they all scurry

So if you ever go to the glade

All the fay will be out of sight

But if you wait beneath the shade

They will be back to dance in the night