Come children, dear children, to a beautiful dell
Where here, in the Magic Place, good fairies dwell.
In a mystical world, under branches of green,
It’s here little children, that fairies are seen.
Come children, dear children, tread quietly please:
The Magic Place lies beneath tall growing trees.
In their undisturbed world, and loved by their Queen,
It’s here in the Magic Place, fairies are seen. Shhh
Come children, dear children to this hidden glade:
For in this quiet woodland, pure magic is made.
Dear children, observe this most magical scene
For it’s here, far from humans, that fairies are seen.
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