In a hollow in a tree,
Deep in the woods,
Hidden by leaves of colourful trees,
Lies the land of the fairies,
But not only they live there,
It is home to many other things,
Ogres and goblins and dwarves alike,
Share in the beauty of the home,
Pixies prance, dragonflies dance,
Fairies flutter, butterflies flex their winsome wings,
The queen of the fairies watches it all,
She has a very special vocation.
When you are asleep, Without a peep,
The queen of the Fairies watches your dreams,
If a nightmare dare call on a child
The queen will take it,
And replace it, with a dream of her own making,
The land of the fairies is secret,
And the only way to find it,
Is to let your Imagination run wild,
And see what you can find,
In your imagination see,
All the brightly coulored leaves,
That hide a hollow in the trees,
And there you will see the land of the fairies.