Now the following is all the fault of my neighbour sdwombat, who said she thought a poem should be written for the Fairy Freedom Front. With just a little help from Shakespeare and J M Barrie (he of Peter Pan fame) here is my
Ode to Faerie Freedom
It's only in the stillest night
That you will see the twinkling sight
Of fairies, silver, gold and white,
Moonshine revellers, shades of light.
But these wraiths are now in danger
Of extinction by some stranger
Beast who traps them. Hear them crying
"Let us out! We all are dying!"
Let us go and search our store shelves,
Find the jars that hold these poor elves.
Let them out! Yea, give them freedom!
Flying, glowing, through each kingdom.
For the fairy, born of laughter
Brings us wonder ever after.
Believe in them? Then clap your hands!
The F F F is in our lands!