Ella's Fairy Godmother Is Old Merryweather

You'll make a fantastic girl,
So, slip on your converse slippers.
You'll have fun with a fairy
In the land of dreams galores.

Your charm is equal to a dress set on a whirl,
So, transform while afloat in aquatic spheres.
Though you soon forgotten your friend of a fairy,
You were born anew, so your soul finally soars.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019



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