Flower Fairies by Deborah Shepard Yelm Washington
My honeycomb is blissful in fairy eve
Come away with me mere mortal please
Ye sitting ‘neath elevens sprites sleeve
Wintry glass of blueberry teas, soon the fair will be open to thee
Shelter me in twinkle leafs, sleep
Only if you believe ye shall leave
Butters hums glitter in periwinkle grove
Soft little winks will share in trees I know
Buttercups , starry eyes mushrooms ladies tip the show
I feel each mortal will grows
Only if you believe ye shall leave