Do you have a fairy at the bottom of your garden,
Who brings a little magic to your day?
Does she talk to you of fairy rings and moonbeams,
And invite you in the night to come and play?

Does she show you how her wings can flutter wildly
Or gently waft her fairy dust your way?
Does she sip the nectar from your pretty flowers?
Are her wings an iridescent shade of grey?

Does she know King Oberon and Queen Titania
When they frolic in the merry month of May?
Does the tinkle of her little fairy laughter
Let you know that in your heart she'll always stay?

I love the fairy at the bottom of my garden
She makes my life so special and so gay,
But my shrink, he never did believe in fairies,
So in this padded cell I have to stay!