The Land of Teeny-Brites
In the land of Teeny-Brites,
skies are never dark at night
and castles high with moats afloat,
are filled with itty-bitty boats.
Skies of pink and turquoise blue,
reflecting upon waters, true
are filled with cotton candy clouds,
that would make any baker proud.
The trees, alive with curly-cues,
look musical in many-colored hues.
Swinging bridges cross the lands,
yes, Teeny-Brites builders, did well plan.
Doom dare not, befall this place,
for Teeny-Brites, are quick of pace;
These tiny faeries are swift to flee,
anything that disturbs their peace.
Being faeries, they cast dark spells,
upon invasive, ne’er-do-wells.
You may find you’ve two or three,
perhaps even ninety, knobby knees.
The Teeny-Brites, are loyal friends,
to kind souls who venture in.
And you may find yourself their size,
when you leave, your height will rise.
If one time, you’re blessed to see,
this wondrous land, oh so carefree;
you’ll be elated, I surmise,
for it is truly, a surprise.
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