Danielle N. Calhoun
Fairies dancing in the clouds,
On small wings, they come down,
And dance along your bedpost,
You sit and giggle, no one knows.
Your little friends, who come to play,
Every night, before you go to sleep,
You shut your eyes and soon dream,
Of a magic land where they do live.
There are flowers and fairies,
Unicorns and others fantasies,
That come along in this place,
Where no one else, but you can play.
This is the place you dream at night,
Every time you close your eyes.
©Copyright January 12, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun