Fragments of light do bounce,
as the fairy's wings do flutter.
And the daisy sit under her chin,
saying "Is it true that I like butter?"

Tip toe through willow creek,
as the bells on her shoes jingle.
Drinking love potions from sleeping elf's,
making her heart swell with a tingle.

Alone she marches like soldiers,
waving to far away lands.
Carried away by blue birds singing,
set forth on traveling sands.

Were again her chin is high,
and her smile never twist.
Through a rainbow full of colours,
as she steps through open mist.

Down goes forth the girl alone,
in the land where magic dwells.
Like tinker bell with out the wings,
throwing coins in wishing wells.

"I wish, I wish, upon this day,
that I can have wings too."
She believe she can with all her hope,
and that's the reason why she flew.