Brighter than stars, lighter than air
Touching the sleepy flowers
Little fairies come out of nowhere
To dance with fireflies for hours.
Lulled with the golden rays of the sun,
They sleep deep in the rose-leaves.
But when the last sunbeam is gone,
The world is ruled by those queens.
They visit every child at night
Tucking them up so neatly,
Kissing them slightly in delight,
And singing something sweetly.
