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Fairy Children.

I was asked to look after some fairy children for a while,

On hearing this, my old face began to happily smile.

What an honour for a grey haired elderly man like me,

to have fairy children sitting on his weak old knee.

I did not have to wipe away any tears,

For the fairy children know no fears.

We watched a pair of dragonflies,

Dancing an age-old dance in the skies.

Butterflies with colours so delicate so bright,

Was for us all a most beautiful sight.

We gazed at them for hours so it seemed,

Their wonderful wings in the sunlight gleamed.

Suddenly way up high in the sky,

An aeroplane went flying by,

The fairy children had never seen one before,

My feeble attempts to explain it were very poor.

How could I tell children born with wings,

That man has to fly with mechanical things.

The fairy children have made my day,

I was sorry when the fairies took them away.

Now on my old face there is quite a smile,

For the fairy children did me beguile,

I hope that I may look after them once more,

For the fairies trust me, Bernard Shaw.