Another from the little book I put together called Aunt Kitty’s Storybook.
Truth In the Fog
Sit down, my child, and I shall relate to you
These facts, and everything is quite true.
I’ll tell you the truth, as I have to folks before,
And you shall know what’s real forever more.
You may think that fairies live only in Eire,
For, of course, that is where they were born, sweet Eire,
But they are all over, I tell you no lies,
There are fairies around, disguised as fireflies.
Early in the morning, you’ll see a fog,
And close to the ground, if you are lucky you’ll see,
Not only close to the ground, but all around you and me,
That’s where you know fairies partied all night!
The more the fog, the more festive the party,
If you look closely enough, you just may be lucky
To see one still lingering, if it’s early enough.
I know I’ve seen one once or twice.
It’s true, too, when summer rolls ‘round,
In the darkest parts where trees abound,
You’ll see fireflies, yet look again,
It may be a fairy. Look, if you can!
Come, my child, come with me,
Where worries are myth and minds are free,
I tell you the truth in all I say,
Watch for the magical, countless Fae!
Too many to name, they are still alive,
They’re not died out, oh, still they thrive!
There’s proof in the fog, there’s proof, there’s proof!
Now, I say, to bed, you goof!