Hear that?

The whisper of the trees

It could be the wind,

But it is the fey calling

Softly, quietly

Tread gently on the moss underfoot

This is the faerie ballroom on full moons when no mortals are near

They dance in dresses made of hundreds of petals sewn with spider thread

Look there, near the toadstool, a fey's lost shoe

The trees still call, tiny faerie voices

They say come and dance, come and dance

If you follow their calls, you will dance forever with Queen Mab herself,

In the palace, with pearly floors

Gems here and there, how they sparkle

Eat the food, but be warned, if you do,

Here shall you stay, never growing older, never able to leave