Into the woods to play
On such a lovely warm spring day.
If at the Beech Tree I knock by three
The Woodland Mother lets me sit on her knee;
She’ll tell me tales of the woodland gnomes
Who beneath the woodland bank have made their homes;
Stories too of the woodland elf
Who tends the herbs that give us health.
And then to a sunny woodland dell
The whereabouts I shall not tell,
To stretch and laze throughout the day
And watch the fairies at their play.
Cos I love to have fun!