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Fairy Lights.

I took the Fairies to town to see the Christmas lights,

they were all so happy they gave small cries of delight.

The next day they excitedly told this to The Fairy Queen,

Now lighting was something she had never before seen.

Fairyland in winter is dark when the moon does not shine,

A well-lit Fairyland on winter nights would be nearly divine.

Her Majesty asked me if I myself could install such light,

I said, “I could but they would not be quite so bright.”

Her Majesty gave me some pots of Leprechauns gold,

I took this to the bank where it was quickly all sold.

With the money I bought light bulbs and wires,

fittings and switches and four small electric fires.

I placed a fitting and wiring every fifty yards or so,

The little folk all helped me I kept them on the go.

The main switch for the lights I built in my old house,

I placed it in the care of a responsible young mouse.

Each and every day in winter, at seven o’clock at night,

It was the mouse’s job to switch on the electric light.

The four electric fires were for the railway stations,

to keep the fairies warm from other hot nations.

In one long week all the lights and fires were installed,

From all over Fairyland the Little Folk were called.

When all were gathered for this great occasion,

It was as if there had been a peaceful invasion.

Pixies, Imps, Trolls, Fairies and all of the Leprechauns,

heralded this great event by playing on their Fairy horns.

I then sent a message to my responsible young mouse,

He excitedly tripped the electric switch in my old house.

Fairyland for the very first time was lit at night,

Applause and cries from the little folk showing their delight.

Her Royal Majesty, The Most Gracious Fairy Queen,

rewarded me with the biggest diamond I had ever seen.

A feast was held it was to be remembered for years,

I went back to my home with a loud chorus of cheers.

As I laid myself down in my comfy four-poster bed,

reams of electric bills went flashing through my head.

In my Fairyland all is done by ancient magic,

those electric bills are not really so very tragic.