My child your as pretty as can be
Dressed with your fairy wings
But father, I am a fairy from the forest Glen
You and mom just let me in
A child with fairy dreams how sweet
Do we know fairy magic
Yes father, with a wave of wand
Oh dear father, I just turned you into a flower
I wave my wand, and you're back again
You thought that was funny
I can tell by your grin
Oh my child dear, you are as lovely as can be
Turning me into a flower
What a great memory
Let's not tell your mother
She might try to pick me
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