Fairies

There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
I told the woman next door.
They are cute, they are small 
They come when I call.
I leave food out for them at night.

There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
I told the men in white.
They are pink, they are green
They like strawberries and cream.
I watch them dance around fires at night

There are fairies at the bottom of my garden
I told the walls in my cell.
They are gentle, they are meek,
They play hide and seek.
Their voices stay with me at night.

There were fairies at the bottom of my garden
I told my other self.
They were soft they were sweet,
They visited me as a treat.
And I ate them for supper last night!

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