Bluebell Woods
Unfolding through the woodlands,
A carpet of bedazzled blue,
Bells summoning the fairies,
To the Springtime review.
They've come to make their magic,
To cast their seasonal spells,
The bluebell's nodding head's,
Beckons that all is well.
The fairies fill bluebell thimbles
And drink ambrosia essence,
Sitting on spotted toadstools
Beneath leaves so luminescent.
If you're walking through woodland,
Don't trample the beautiful bells,
It will bring you such bad luck
To disturb the fairies spells.
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