Meeting the Wren Faerie
She rode into town on an eagle’s wing
We did not know what to do when she started to sing
We had never seen a delicate faerie with such zing.
We had no idea what the rest of the day might bring.
I am the wren faerie, she told us all.
I can show you how to walk upright and tall.
We already knew this, but we decided to stall.
For her singing voice was attracting shoppers to the mall.
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