The Fairies are performing, underneath, a moon of gold.
A tightrope walker walks a strand of web, with no hand-hold.
Up, on her tip-toes, daintily, she dances her ballet!
Then turns about, to cheers and shouts, and makes a new foray!
The spiders looking on, while she, upon their webs, makes merry, all marvel, at the gracefulness, displayed, by this small Fairy!
For, only two small legs, has she, compared, to ample eight!
Yet, sure of foot, she surely is, web-surfer, she, first-rate!
It's true, that she has wings, and yet, she makes them flutter, not, but shows her other aptitudes, that earned her center spot!
A tightrope walker walks a strand of web, with no hand-hold.
Up, on her tip-toes, daintily, she dances her ballet!
Then turns about, to cheers and shouts, and makes a new foray!
The spiders looking on, while she, upon their webs, makes merry, all marvel, at the gracefulness, displayed, by this small Fairy!
For, only two small legs, has she, compared, to ample eight!
Yet, sure of foot, she surely is, web-surfer, she, first-rate!
It's true, that she has wings, and yet, she makes them flutter, not, but shows her other aptitudes, that earned her center spot!
Donna L. Ferguson Dudley copyright 2015
Art, by David Delamare "Cobweb" 2003
Art, by David Delamare "Cobweb" 2003
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