The Beetle

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There once was a beetle,
Her name was Asneedle,
She lived in a Popinjay Tree.

For hours, she’d wheedle,
And ply her fine needle,
Her work was a sight to see.

But one day she smelled
A tree that was felled,
And put down her needle and thread.

She went down her tree,
The better to see,
And now she lives there, instead.

~ Saoirse Fae

© The Fairy Tale Garden 2015

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The Dream Fairy

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Upon a wish,
A crystal, clear,
In sparkling splendour
Of the night,
Your dusky dream,
Her ears can hear,
The blessed fairy
Of the light.

In tickling whispers,
She receives,
The heart’s desire,
Within your breast;
Like mountain dew
On golden leaves,
Her granted wish
Will give you rest.

For how she sits,
Amid her cloud,
On crescent moon,
In listening pose,
Enables her
To hear so loud,
E’en the snowflake
Touch the rose.

So make your wish,
And make it grand,
Do not fear,
Don’t make it small;
For although wishes,
Be like sand;
Bountiful,
She grants them all.

~ Saoirse Fae

© The Fairy Tale Garden 2018

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