When fairies fly into our world,
with gossamer wings and golden curls,
most strangely only seen by girls.
Be quiet don’t make a sound,
then the fairies may just come around.
Elegant in colours bright,
picnicking as well they might.
Oer’ the vales and down the dells,
Hear the tinkling of their bells.
Fluttering midst the the leafy trees,
and floating on the gentle breeze.
If one of your peggies should come out,
put it under your pillow when no one’s about.
And when you awake at the break of day,
The tooth fairy’s been and on her way
Leaving a coin for you next day