Watching a Faerie Baby
Snail was not happy having to babysit.
He was irritated, but decided to not throw a fit.
Instead he recruited his best friend Mr. LadyBug McSemper
Who had common sense, taught ants, and never lost his temper.
They went to Faerie meadow and picked up their charge.
It was a darling faerie baby girl named Sonja, chubby large.
Do not let her ring the bluebells, her fairy mother cautioned them at eight.
By the time they figured out what she meant, it was pretty much too late.
For Sonja had pulled on the bluebells, and all the faeries came a running.
They were not happy with the caregivers, neither very cunning.
Maybe watching a faerie baby is too much for you, Sonja’s mother said.
They were then given the job of painting all the roses peach and pink and red.
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