Berry elf, oh berry elf, cha, cha, cha.
Sitting on the limb-like shelf, rah, rah, rah.
You step so lightly, with the skill of a flea.
I hope you will come past the leaves and sit by me.
I am straddling a limb, waiting for you to notice me.
I am the faerie with the gold leaves; my name is...
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