Once upon a time in the magikal’ land of faeries’…

Buried deep in the forests of Ireland

There’s a mysterious magik’ called faerie’ duste’

Hidden in the greenery oh so grande’

It flows thru’ gentle winds amongst billowing gusts

Faeries’ spread their magik’ while children slumber

Flying thru’ the nite’ with light from a gilded moon

Soaring quietly thru’ air in tiny numbers

Like glittering fireflies in the month of June

Carefully hidden along hallowed grounde’

Watch very carefully you might catch a glimpse

Of tiny faerie villages buried in magik’ groundes’

Nymphs with Gossamer wings and small footprints

Magik’ faerie’ duste’ makes a musical tinkling sound

T hey tip-toe silently thru the wooded greene’

Taking a pinch of faerie’ dust and sprinkling it around

If you listen carefully you can hear them sing

Be watchful as you walk thru the forest’s wooded glen

A tiny impish faerie’ might sprinkle you with duste’…

And become your very best friend

Then…

You’ll live happily everafter

There’s never an end

Because…

**Everything there is to be seen…is hidden in the heart of majik’ **