Faeries Annual Fey Day Parade

Fey Day in the forest on the First of May Nothing better the forest creatures say There is a parade in the morning and it’s not slim The teeniest faeries in the trees, on the tiniest limbs The titmouse and the beetles follow in the grass Under the dry leaves, all the way along the pass Butterflies and meadow larks flit in and out the throng The pixies and the elves will soon be right along.