There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden

And they visit every evening for a dance

They are lovely to behold and very welcome

I just wish they didn’t trample all my plants

Their favourite now appears to be the Salsa

They do it with such style and aplomb

Much better than last week when they were jivin’

It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb

So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them

And every night I watch them in a trance

They are graceful and delightful and enchanting

“Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloody plants”