The Furry Princess Fairy’s rarely seen:
She rises in the glory of the morn
And tiptoes pure as dreams are ever born
Upon an emerald lawn forever green.
The grasses kiss her toesies, each toe bean
And every dewdrop weeps, because, forlorn,
She glides above them, soft and dry, airbourne
As pansy petals…. and she’s never mean !
Her pure antennae whiskers rise above
Her magical magnificent demesne:
They listen to the other elves who glide
Invisibly around her. We know of
Just one most recent sighting and we lean
Towards heaven knowing that we’re near her pride.
Recently a friend posted a remarkable photograph on Facebook, proving she really exists! She resembles a meowgnificent cat right in front of two silver dandelion flowers !