Know what it is to be a fairy? It is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear, it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything…
She is made of sugar and spice, and everything nice...
And she's soft as wool ‘n sweet as honey, pretty as a rose and cute and funny...
Her magic sparkles everywhere….
She can dance and leap and sing and laugh with pure fairy cheers…
She knows that morning dew are dainty little stars and rabbits are gnomes…
She saw a bee go in its hive. She’d never seen a bee before! So she waited there expecting magic to take over... over the garden, over the rainbow! And sure enough along came more bees buzzing about. Then, one by one, they all flew out. Butterflies were everywhere too... over trees and under leaves and spinning in the air…
“Mima--how does your garden grow?”—she asked, and so I said: “With cockleshells, and silver bells, and pretty little fairies in pretty pink dresses….
