Do you think the littlest fairy who sat huffing on a petal, outside in the cold would she stay there all tremble

Or in the hard wind that threatened to over her throw, would she mutter and mumble all in a rush up and go?

It’s best to hold out if you can as they’re sensitive, you scare them a little and they’ll make you repent for it

And they’ll seek your attention by aggressively cute shouting they don’t take any chances by underannouncing

But if she ever suspects that by human ears she was heard, she’d send time back to me wickedly curved

Luckily I didn’t long need to wait, she’s a bit flighty, this one, only a moment it’ll take

So with her pink skirts all sticking out and a-quivering she stood up tall if slightly arms wrapped and shivering

“Not today you won’t get to me, you stupid old cheat!” and she stamps her adorable, tiny feet

And back into the wilds she buzzes neatly off, paying no attention to the author of this poem who coughs

Caught a cold from the chilled wind that’s so bitter, but on his way home he picked up the fairy’s slipper