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My Land Of Dream.

Going to the forest, where the mushrooms grow,

I saw some Fairies playing with the snow.

They were having such a lovely time,

And I will tell you about it, in this my rhyme.

They built a Snowman with a very large crown,

and had great fun as the sun shone down.

The snow then melted, now was that not a shame,

for they had been having such a lovely game.

But suddenly there were lots of flowers,

these they painted in just two hours.

Now they are building a Fairy Dream,

with petals and blossoms, for the Fairy Queen.

The Queen was happy with this lovely dream,

for everything glowed with a wondrous sheen.

The Queen touched the dream with her wand of magic,

the dream faded away, now was that not tragic.

I came to a place, a magic plot,

on the forest floor, the sun was hot.

Flowers and blossoms were growing wild,

This was the place for a little child.

I stayed awhile in this enchanted place,

where Spiders spun webs of finest lace.

Birds sang songs to the Fairy Queen,

then I woke up it was only a dream.

I know tonight when I have said my prayers,

and Mummy treads lightly down the stairs.

I will go back to my land of dream,

and once again I will see my Fairy Queen.