the Garden Fairy

There's a Fairy at the Bottom of My Garden

by Janice M. Pickett

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There's a fairy at the bottom of my garden.
He flits in and out of my flowers.
I can sit on the step here and watch him.
He stays there for hours and hours

His wings are so golden and flimsy.

His little body a few inches in size,

but his heart is his biggest attraction

and that isn't any surprise.

For the fairy at the bottom of my garden

spends his day saving the bees;

for they keep on taking the pollen,

but dropping it each time they sneeze

I bet you didn't know that the buzzers

had allergies from pollen, sad hey?

The sound that you thought was just buzzing

are bee's that are sneezing away.

Now this fairy works hard as he

gathers the droplets of sweet pollen that fall,

diving and swooping and gathering up

and rolling it into a ball.

He sings an enchanting little melody

that sounds like a gentle wind chime.

Oh how I would love to have a fairy

to pick up after me all the time.