The fairies sing and dance.
They take me off to faraway
Without a second glance.
They talk to me and tell me stuff
About the world outside.
I’m sure the blighters make it up:
The world can’t be that wide.
And if I’m bored, praise The Lord,
They show me summat new:
Holidays in’t South of France and
Men who sniff strong glue.
It’s not just me, I tell thee!
The fairy boxes are everywhere!
Every house and tiny mouse
Has one that attracts their stare.
Though people talk about them
As if they’re the word of god!
They shout and scream excitedly
In ways I find quite odd!
I tell you this dear fine folk,
These boxes are just that!
Don’t you take them seriously,
Or your brain waves will turn flat.
You see, if they…
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