As you walk in through the door
A young girl sits there and stares
At nothing you can see on the floor
And she laughs as if she has no cares
You ask her what is it that makes her laugh
She looks up and starts to see
"Oh, were you there? I was only half
Listening to the fairies talk to me."
You laugh at this quite childish quote
Though she protests that it is true
You say, as if it was learned by rote,
That fairies are not believed in by you.
She jumps up with a fiery glance
"Now you see what you have done!
She is dead, and you still prance
Thinking that you're the correct one."
You hold your hands up, try to explain
You have meant no harm to her fairy races
But she sinks down and says "No gain
From fools who can't see past their faces."
And then, she looks up, starts to giggle
"There's one standing on your cap!
Oh, look! She's making your hat wiggle
I guess it was an honest mishap."
You snort, and turn around to go
You've had enough of this crazy child.
But as you leave, you see a glow
In her hands as she laughs so wild.
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