The fairy girls behind a daisy’s leaf
Stare, jostle, stumble, wave, jump, call, and point
Toward me as I look for my relief
Upon a silver tree and mushroom’s joint.
“Why do you call?” I ask, and one responds,
“We know the little guy who lives within
That mushroom there. He’s gone to gather fronds
For some dread spell. Oh, fear, boy, his chagrin.”
But I continue to anoint with gold
The absent fairy man’s proud little home
In spite of every scary thing I’m told
About this magic guy they call Jerome.
It ends, I shake, and just as he appears,
His mushroom home collapses into tears.
Stare, jostle, stumble, wave, jump, call, and point
Toward me as I look for my relief
Upon a silver tree and mushroom’s joint.
“Why do you call?” I ask, and one responds,
“We know the little guy who lives within
That mushroom there. He’s gone to gather fronds
For some dread spell. Oh, fear, boy, his chagrin.”
But I continue to anoint with gold
The absent fairy man’s proud little home
In spite of every scary thing I’m told
About this magic guy they call Jerome.
It ends, I shake, and just as he appears,
His mushroom home collapses into tears.
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