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I sit under the sun
Basking in its rays,
The fairies decide to come out
In the garden, they do play.

The dance and sing
They run about,
The children chase them frantically
They love them, there's no doubt.

The children always go
Where the fairies play,
Having so much fun
Under the warm sun's rays.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.8/2006