Land of Fairie
Over in the land of Fairie
Lives a Wee-One they call Berri
He grew as much as he could
But only one foot he stood
And he always remained very merry
Because of his small size
Berry soon realized
He couldn't keep a friend
And so in the end
He made the forest his prize
Berri danced happily every day
Spin and spun, twirl and play
The unicorns pranced
And the King's trees danced
Only joy and laughter came their way
One day he found a strange thing
A mystical magical gold ring
Berri pressed it to his chest
And wished for the very best
And found he was now the new king
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