scoot over
in faerie village where I really should not be
I am hiding out inside a ripe red apple tree
faeries do not know I am here, said Lollygag Lee.
Due to great foliage, they cannot see me.
I do not say a word as a faerie runs by riding a duck.
Wait, maybe it is something else, I think I hear a cluck.
Faerie village is full of sights that in the real world we never see.
Scoot over, I tell my cousin, Lollygag Lee.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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