Literature
fairies
She's walking through the wood,
Daises in her hair,
A long silken dress,
Like the ones that pixies wear,
Her bare feet rustle the leaves,
As she walks forward at a slow pace,
She's ever so thin and looks lonely,
With a sad look upon her face,
I make a sudden rustle in the bush were I am hidden,
She spins around fast and I know I am forbidden,
I shouldn't be there watching her but I had seen her dancing at night,
From my bedroom window she'd visit the wood every night,
She would collect the daises that grew among the grass,
But I sneaked out tonight and I can see her properly at last,
I told Mum she might be a fairy but Mum says
