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Alpine Fairies.

In the Austrian Alps the fairies have a camp,

To reach it is a long two days tramp.

It is where the fairies go to play,

They ski and toboggan all of the day.

The Fairy Queen thought I looked rather ill,

She spirited me to the camp it was her will.

I took my skis and my light old sledge,

From the shed behind the hedge,

I am really too old to play in the snow,

For skiing I am getting much too slow.

The Fairy Queen looked at me with a smile,

She made me fifty years younger for a while.

I too was now skiing like a young man,

This was all part of the Fairy Queen’s plan.

Staying at home in my old house,

with just the company of family mouse.

My old bones with their aches and pain,

all of my strength slowly on the wane.

A holiday in the good clean Austrian air,

Was just the thing with the fairies to share.

The Fairy Queen gave me a magic potion,

This kept all of my muscles in supple motion.

It was decided to have a down hill race,

My skis went fast at such a terrific pace.

I won the race much to my great joy,

It was great to feel like an overgrown boy.

Then we all picnicked; a wonderful meal,

Perhaps you all know just how I feel.

I drank my fair share of the Parsley wine,

This day in the Alps was really just fine.

Soon it was time to return to my old house,

where I excitedly told my story to family mouse.

Wouldn’t you too like to come for a stay?

The Austrian Alps is a grand place to play.