23 January 2013
A little fairy comes at night,her eyes are blue,her hair is brown,with spots upon her wings,And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand,And when a good child goes to bed She waves her wand from right to left,And makes a circle round it's head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things,of fountains filled with fairy fish,And trees that bear delicious fruit and bow their branches at a wish.
Queen Mab • Opuss № I