Leave Room in Your Garden

Leave room in your garden for the fairies to dance.

Let them be able to run and to prance.

Let their wings spread free in the cool night air

A halo of gold 'round their head made of hair.

The roses will sway to an imaginary song.

The stars will shine; nothing will go wrong.

Make sure you remember, or you won't get the chance,

Leave room in your garden for the fairies to dance.

The End

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