Fairy Dreams
By Marja Blom
Shhh… listen — do you hear the rustle?
Do you notice the huzzle and buzzle,
in the garden when it is spring,
with bugs, butterflies, and birds that sing?
But you are lucky, oh so indeed,
if you hear the pitter-patter of feet,
or the chitter-chatter from under a leaf
it’s the sound of fairies, you must believe.
I found a book fairy under a palm;
his name was Page, and he was calm.
Collecting words was Page’s must
he’d sprinkle them all with fairy dust.
Page gave each word a fairy sound,
like flutter flap flopsy fly around
that means “a ball for butterflies,”
and trippety tea is a party for mice.
At the party, the mice hold their pinkies up,
sipping tea from a flower cup.
And bug buddy buzzy bee
is a race club for bees — and it’s free!
Page rides along on the back of a bee,
buzzzzing circles around your bed, you see.
He whispers words in your ear on his flight,
giving you beautiful dreams at night.
