On the wings of a mischief maker


Up the hill and down the hollow
Is where the faeries dwell


Don't be fooled by their smiles
Behind their eyes mischief lies


For even the pretty roses
Have thorns


Let loose your wings
And fly



Nothing so beautiful as nature
Nothing so temperamental
As a little girl with wings
That wishes she could fly.

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