Down where the river flows,
Fairies fly about.
Where flowers, grass, and mushrooms grow,
They live there, without doubt.

The maiden fairies blush and blush,
As if they've nothing to do.
But worker fairies rush and rush,
While lovers wait and woo.

Oh fairies, fairies, come and play,
Sing and dance and run.
Let's enjoy this lovely day,
Here, under the sun.

- 2002 -

(End of poem)