There are fairies at the bottom of our garden. And it’s not so very very far away. You go down by the garden shed, and you keep on straight ahead. I do so hope they’ve really come to stay!
There’s a little wood with moss and beetle in in, and a tiny stream that quietly runs through. You wouldn’t think they’d dare come a merry-making there – Well, they do!
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden, and they often hold a dance on summer nights. The butterflies and bees make such a gentle breeze, and the rabbits all stand ’round and hold the lights.
Did you know that they can sit upon a moonbeam? And pluck a tiny star to make a fan? And dance away up there, in the middle of the air? Well, they can.
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden. And you cannot think how beautiful they are. They all stand up and sing when the fairy queen and king come quietly gliding down upon their car.
Now the fairy king is very proud and handsome. And the fairy queen – can you guess who she may be? She’s a little girl all day, but at night she steals away – Well, it’s ME!
Rose Amy Fyleman, 1877-1957
This poem has at least a four generations-long bedtime recital tradition in my family. My great-grandmother recited it to her three children; my grandmother – to her four; my mother, to her two; and me – to my two. I just had to look up the author (for years I thought my grandmother actually wrote this!) My Aunt has the poem on a bronze plaque in her garden. I can recite it verbatim from memory, and so can my girls. My grandmother is also the woman who thought it would be appropriate to read “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” to an over-imaginative 7 year old while I was recuperating from surgery. This would explain much about me – scarred for life by visions of the Headless Horseman! lol Anyway -I found a picture of the Cottingley Fairies that I felt appropriate to include along with my photos, since they were the “inspiration” for the poem to begin with. I miss you Grandma!