There Are Fairies At The Bottom Of My Garden Poem by John Fenn

And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants

Their favourite one appears to be the Salsa
They do it with such style and aplomb
Much better than last week, when they were jivin’
It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb

So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them
And every night I watch them, in a trance
They are graceful and delightful and enchanting
“Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloomin’ plants”