Fireflies.
Fireflies lit up my home last night,
It showed my garden in a pale new light.
Attracted by this light so strange so blue,
Came the Fairies, Elves and Leprechauns too.
All were intent on having a good time,
Even the Norway Trolls put on a pantomime.
Trees were decorated with beautiful flowers,
I, it seems gazed at them for hours and hours.
Up in a tree an owl was watching it all,
It is better, he said, than the Fairy Ball.
A wonderful sight when fireflies glow,
I have never seen them light up snow.
It is you know a sight for my eyes,
just sitting and watching fireflies.
I am sending an invitation to you, YES YOU!
Please come to my home and bring the children too.
Caterpillar
Invasion.
I did not sleep well in fact I got up three times during the night. I carefully checked the doors and windows. The feeling that something was going to happen was very strong. In the morning during my washing and shaving, I still had this feeling. A slight nagging deep down in the back of my head causing light pearls of perspiration to cover my forehead. I eat my breakfast and while drinking my second cup of tea the feeling was so strong that I left the house and went to the woods to see if the Fairies too had this feeling.
Yes, the Fairies had the feeling no one knew anything but all were on tenterhooks something was going to happen. Then from the sky came the attack, thousands upon thousands of caterpillars were dropping from out of the clouds and eating all of the green vegetation. We were under attack! Who were the attackers? Her Majesty the Fairy Queen Feeana came, saw what the caterpillars were doing, and waved her Magic Wand. The caterpillars turned into the most beautiful butterflies and we were once more safe in Fairyland.
Queen Feeana took from her robes a small mirror. This mirror as we all knew was magic it was a truth mirror. The Queen looked into the mirror and saw that the caterpillars were coming to us on the high Atlantic winds that a Sorcerer was sending them from the Amazon. Thousands and thousands of such Caterpillars are on the way Queen Feeana must stop them at once. Another wave of her Magic Wand and the winds dropped. It was so quiet without the noise of the wind that I myself thought I had gone deaf.
The butterflies would not live long here in our climate and Queen Feeana sent them back to the Amazon where they could live a natural butterfly life. The Queen then went back to her lovely home and soon news was that she was on a small holiday for while. In reality, Queen Feeana a Leprechaun and I were traveling by magic to the Amazon. The Sorcerer had underestimated the power of Queen Feeana’s magic and thought that as he was so far away from the Queens home that he was safe.
He had taken no steps to protect himself or his jungle dwelling. We made a perfect landing right in the middle of his living room. The room smelled badly from damp and moldering plants of which many were in the room. The Leprechaun hid himself behind a large pot filled with strange long leaves. I hid behind the sofa and her Majesty disappeared.
We did not have long to wait a hideous ugly old man came through the door and lit a small fire under a cauldron. He threw pieces of leaves and mushrooms into the cauldron. Then a bottle of some oily substance he poured into the mixture and then I saw them. Caterpillars were coming out of the pot thousands were crawling out to the door. In front of the house, a tornado was drawing the caterpillars up into the Earth’s atmosphere.
The Leprechaun threw some orange powder into the cauldron and I found myself pushing the sofa onto the fire. In the middle of all this Her Majesty waved, her Magic Wand and the sorcerer turned into a caterpillar. He crawled to a plant that had long leaves like a banana and we saw him gradually change into a most beautiful butterfly.
The sofa was burning brightly and the flames quickly spread all over the house when we went nothing to show that a wicked sorcerer had ever lived here was to be seen. The jungle soon took over and now trees and plants with some of the most beautiful orchids grow where once the house of the sorcerer stood.
Her Majesty waved her Magic Wand and once more the bright flash a puff of smoke and we were again in Fairyland where the Fairies wanted a detailed report of all that we in the Amazon had seen and done. Knowing that the wicked Sorcerer was now a most beautiful butterfly there was much joy and laughing was the motto of the day in fairyland.
Floating
Fairies.
I found the Fairies floating two meters off the ground.
All were perfectly still and quiet none made a sound.
I became extremely worried at such a weird sight.
That I cried out loudly into the cold clear night.
Who had the might and power to do such a terrible thing?
The alarm bells in my poor old brain did urgently ring.
I sent messengers off in a hurry to her Majesty the Fairy Queen.
For this was some form of witchcraft that I had never before seen.
Her Majesty came flying in on Pegasus the Flying white horse.
A large book of magic accompanied her as a matter of course.
A little Red Robin told to Her Majesty the Fairy Queen a strange tale.
A Sorcerer wanted to buy all of the young Dragons that were male.
The Fairies refused to grant the Sorcerer’s very strange bid.
Only the little Robin had the time and under a Rowan tree hid.
The Sorcerer chanted a spell that was deeply rich in magic.
The fairies were waiting in suspension really very tragic.
Looking through her large book of magic for a suitable spell.
The Queen freed the Fairies and cast the sorcerer in a deep well.
The Robin she gave a light red colour for his manly breast.
To honour him among all the birds and to show he was blessed.
The Sorcerer is still living in that well so dark, dismal and deep.
Strange evil dreams come to haunt his very troubled sleep.
I was granted permission to tell you all about this strange story,
Of how the little Red Robins have come to such Royal glory.
Fairy
Dance.
It happened right in the middle of a fairy dance. The heavens became over clouded and the moonlight was no longer available to lighten the festivities. Suddenly it poured down with rain, large drops coming in from the west. The fairies took cover under the trees and the poor musicians hampered by their music instruments got wet. This was no normal storm; magic had been used to create these large drops of rain. Who would dare to interrupt a fairy dance? It must be someone very powerful to openly interfere in a fairy dance.
The raindrops turned to snow flakes big snowflakes. Then Her Majesty, Queen Feeana appeared and with one wave of her magic wand, the snowflakes turned into rose petals. The evening was saved and the fairies carried on with their dancing. In Fairyland, the smell of rose petals was so lovely that the fairies asked her Majesty if it would be possible to have rose petals all summer. Her Majesty agreed and now all summer long there are sweet smells of roses all over Fairyland.
The dance ended without any more upsets and the fairies all went off to their respective homes. I myself wandered around looking for evidence that a sorcerer or Wizard had been present to cause the rain and snow. I found nothing and then went on home to my bed. During the night, I had a dream. A Wizard was in fairyland disguised as a tree. In the morning, I took with me a very sharp axe into the woods and went direct to where the dance had been held.
On arrival at the dance floor, I looked carefully at the trees. One of them just had to be a Wizard and I was determined to find out which tree it was. After a while, I noticed that on one tree the leaves did not move with the slight breeze that blew through fairyland. This is the tree I thought to myself. Going to the tree, I raised my axe, and with a slicing motion, I hit the tree trunk at its base with the blade of my sharp axe.
The tree changed into a man and he screamed loudly that I had broken his leg with the blow from my axe.
I bound the man’s leg with a bandage and a wooden splint and decided to call Her Majesty Queen Feeana. A bright flash and a small puff of smoke and her Majesty stood with us in the clearing. I explained what I had done and Her Majesty asked the Wizard why he had spoiled the dance on the previous evening. The Wizard stammered a few words but I think that his leg hurt him so much that he could not really speak. I asked her Majesty to heal his leg after all; I was responsible for hurting him in this way.
Her Majesty took out her magic wand and spoke in the old language and the man’s leg healed completely. Then he told us this story, He was going through the world looking for knowledge and he had met up with Magoricus a most powerful sorcerer. We had often had trouble with Magoricus and Her Majesty had put him in his place many a time. Magoricus had used this Wizard to try to upset the fairies. It was his idea that the Wizard turn himself into a tree and use magic to make it storm and then snow, anything to upset the fairy dancing. In return, he had promised the Wizard a piece of magic gold which one needed to produce real magic. The promise of magic gold had tempted the Wizard and he had agreed to spoil the fairy dancing.
Her Majesty Queen Feeanna then took a piece of magic gold from her pocket and giving it to the man she asked him to promise never again to interfere with the fairy world. If he broke this promise the magic gold would turn bad and he would live in a nightmare all of his life. The man promised and left us in the clearing. We never saw him again and the next fairy dances went well without any interruptions.
The
Little Folk In Paris France.
In Paris France on the Seine’s left bank,
The little folk decided to play a prank.
All the water in the Seine they coloured blue,
You have my word for it that this is true.
The People of Paris were much dismayed,
By this silly prank the little people played.
The Mayor of Paris one Jacques Pierre,
Rubbed his hands in silent despair.
Why did they pick my beautiful city?
A deep blue Seine is not so pretty.
The little folk laughed with glee,
For they are as mischievous as can be.
The Arc de Triumph, they painted red,
In Notre Dame they all went to bed.
By early morning light Paris had another sight,
The Moulin Rouge they had painted white.
The Eiffel Tower they coloured light pink,
French red wine they poured down the sink.
The People of Paris did not know what was wrong,
The list of pranks was getting rather long.
Jacques Pierre asked for help from the Fairy Queen,
A Paris like this had never been seen.
The Fairy Queen called the little folks to a meeting,
She scolded one and all at the royal greeting.
The little folks complained they had nothing to do,
They were bored stiff and there was nothing new.
The Fairy Queen sent them all back home,
With very strict orders never more to roam.
She apologised to Monsieur Jacques Pierre,
To paint old Paris was not very fair.
With a wave of her wand all was made good,
Paris now looks, as it always should.
No sign left of the little folk’s pranks
From the Mayor of Paris she held eternal thanks.
Now if you think that I am telling a lie,
I cross my heart and hope to die.
Where do
the royals really live?
For example the Fairy Queen.
She has so much love to give,
Her life must be a very dream.
Granting wishes each and every day,
To wanting people like you and me.
We are all glad she came our way,
The loveliest person we shall ever see.
She has no royal carriage,
Drawn by horses four.
Nor does she live in marriage,
No fairy king I’m sure.
A wand of magic she calls her own,
Wishes she grants for free,
So where is her lovely home,
No palaces do I ever see?
Flowers she paints with colours bold,
Everything grows at her behest.
No palace or castle be it old,
In north, south, east or west.
So where does she reside,
Not in a toadstool I am sure.
Where is her place of abode?
It is in the homes of the poor.
