The Little Green Fairy
Resting in this lead crystal glass I see
is a mystical little green fairy.
Outside in the light of a summer full moon,
a sugar cube is nestled in a silver slotted spoon.
There is a sweet anise scent the fairy does not hide,
as ice takes the sugar and runs down the side.
The steps are slow, but worth the wait,
as few living men can take you in straight.
Little green fairy, as I hold you in my hand,
open the gate and let me enter your land.
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