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Fairies in My Attic.
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Bern's Fairy Poems. Fairies In My Attic.
Straight up the stairs right up at the top of my old house,
There is a room known only to me and my family mouse.
In this my attic I store all of my old toys,
They were once you know my boyhood joys.
I have a very good old electric train,
That goes around the room and back again.
My mice often play in the room upstairs,
This is our secret that no one shares.
Mice are talkative and they gave our secret away,
Now all of my fairies they go upstairs to play.
Mice and fairies ride on my old electric train,
They ride around the room and back again.
From the locomotive chimney come puffs of smoke,
The fairies all think that this is a wonderful joke.
The mice and fairies play here most of the day,
It is as much as I can do to entice them away.
Sometimes they play with my old bat and ball,
With a little luck they come for dinner when I call.
The most important toy just sits on a chair,
Yes you have guessed it; it is my cuddly old bear.
He sits there quietly and takes it all in,
On his lovely old face a rather big grin.
I would invite you all to come and play in my attic,
Some of my old toys well they are fully automatic,
I know you are all busy with no time to play,
Just come if you will, don’t listen to what I say.
