Dew drops dance on fairies' wings
across the mystic morn;
sunbeams sneak as an angel sings
to herald the glorious dawn.
A unicorn runs, jumps and springs
while playing a game of chance;
leprechauns throw flower rings
as wood nymphs do a dance.
Elves do laugh at a butterfly’s jokes
as they have them over for tea;
while the mist is full of Fay folks
who sing an ancient melody
Mourn not the days since past,
enjoy every moment anew;
breathe in the world to make it last
for all the magic within us, is in you.