William H. Drummond writes

Sing a Song of Faeries

Sing a song of faeries
Of magic that comes in a dream
Of butterfly wings
And wonderful things
That aren’t always quite as they seem 

Sing a song of faeries
Sing it long and sing it loud
Of wind and of storm
Of blankets so warm
You would think they were made out of cloud 

Sing a song of faeries
Of nymphs and gnomes and elves
Of everything bright
In the deepest dark night
That care more about you than themselves 

Sing a song of faeries
And maybe they’ll sing along
And dance round and round
Never touching the ground
Please sing me a faerie’s sweet song