Imaginary land for kids
( posted only today Jul 21, 2026)
Merry spells, fairy tales
—
I went down good old memory lane
Down neverland, land of fairy folk
To times of less stress and strain
Now don't laugh it off as a joke
Come with me and recall
The fairy folks secret hall
Twas' behind an illusory mirage,
next to the goblin's old garage,
below, to the deep fairy's forest,
where you be an ogre's guest.
— Walk to the hut of a gnome,
where wicked witches roam,
or where trolls have made their home,
around the toothfairy's dome.
And turn left, then, to where
— the wily wizard stayed;
about the corner there,
— where playful pixies played;
and then to the right,
— where frowning brownies dwelled
in lil' mushroom mansions,
— where spells they spelled.
And if time you have to
— actually spy and eavesdrop,
place that ear against the keyhole
— of the elve's lil' shop.
Hear their enchanting chants,
as they sell their magic wands,
and tell tall tales about short pixies,
or of leprechauns in their sixties.
Then you'll come across a genie's cave,
where, when you see a sprite, just wave.
And lastly, move on to where live the impy imps,
and these really might've descended from chimps.
Then, to shrink toadstool size, don't bow —
first ask a genie just to show you how.
You've reached crescent fairy's fairyforest now —
An imaginary, legendary destination — wow!
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