There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

It's not so very, very far away;

You past the gardener's shed and you just keep straight ahead -

I do so hope they've come to stay.

There's a little wood with moss in it and beetles,

And a little stream that quietly runs through;

You wouldn't  think they'd dare to come merry-making there-

Well, they do.

The End

I had to write this verse of this poem for my copywork today, and I needed to practice my typing today too, so I decided to put it on my blog with a picture.  For more show and tells, go to Canadagirl's blog.