spying three faeries wee
we tiptoe into the garden trying not to make a sound
have heard that the famous three faeries wee are around
stop short of the flowers, stare into the hollyhocks now
they are flitting among the blossoms, none of us know how
if we get closer, they might transmogrify or disappear
so we ease down on our bellies and resolve to stay here
the three faeries wee are as delicate and pretty as we were told
watching them flutter and flit around the flowers never gets old
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