Three little fairies playing near the pond
One slipped in and then she was gone
Two little fairies playing near the pond
One slipped in then she was gone
One little fairy playing near the pond
Alighted on a lily pad and there she remained
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crispina kemp 
Nice image … and your poem caused a smile this morning. 🙂
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Thank you, Frank 🥰
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Thank you for that tip
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Aww, what a lovely poem.
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Thank you, Sadje. I imagine it as a skipping chant, or some such
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Yes, or a kid learning to count.
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Yes. …five six, pick up sticks…
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I used to recite it in kindergarten
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Buckle my shoe… I couldn’t remember the first line but it’s just come to me
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1-2- buckle my shoe
3-4, shut the door
5-6. Pick up sticks
7-8, shut the door
9-10, a big fat hen
This is what I remember
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I like it a lot very nice
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Thank you. I don’t know why lily pads make me think of fairies, but there we have it
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My pleasure, was a good take
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🥰🥰🥰
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Whimsical words and a beautiful accompanying photo.😎
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Thank you 🥰
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I loved the ending, Cripina. Although I was apprehensive about ‘And Then There Were None.’
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All the best fairy tales have an element of loss and/or horror 🥰🥰🥰
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