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Fairy Count.

A man from the Government knocked on my door,

He must count the fairies living with Bernard Shaw.

What fairies are you talking about? I heard myself say.

Who on earth believes in fairies in this modern day?

Rumour has it you know that in this old house,

There are living fairies and a large family mouse.

Yes Mice I have quite a large number indeed,

The Government doesn’t help me them all to feed.

Fairies though I never have seen; no not one,

Which is a great pity for they are so much fun.

Leprechauns, imps, and a few old gnomes,

Might in my garden have found some new homes?

But I assure you not here in my old house,

There is only room for me and my family mouse.

I did hear in Cornwall a very long time ago,

Fairies and other little folk were on show.

He said that in my back garden was Fairyland,

It was written on some papers he held in his hand.

Now why should the Government count fairies?

They might just as well count all the canaries.

I showed him around my back garden, he was ever so keen,

My vegetables and flowers were the best he had ever seen.

No traces of Fairyland did the poor man find,

Which somewhat settled my very disturbed mind.

He confidently told me he had read all my rhymes,

Some one had written about them in the Sunday Times.

From the Ministry of Magic he was sent to me,

But never a tiny fairy you know did he ever see.

Magic dust had been thrown into his eyes,

He wrote in his report it was all a pack of lies.

That no fairies resided in my old house,

Just me and my large family mouse.

Satisfied he then went on his way,

He won’t come again I am happy to say.

Fairyland is still in my garden at the back of the house,

It is known only to you, me and my ever-loving spouse