There are faeries in our garden who always meet for tea —
Just past the hollyhocks at half-past three.
Some come in feather caps, some in eiderdown;
Some come in flowery hats, the finest in the town.
When the day is sunny, they flit from tree to tree
Gathering the honey with the big bumblebee;
Faery cakes, ice cream and tea for everyone.
Do you want a fancy or an iced cherry bun?
After tea is over on a Sunday afternoon,
You’ll often hear them singing to a wee, quaint tune.
Dancing ‘round the daisies, flitting ‘round the rose;
But who can keep a faery cake balanced on their nose?
When the fun is over and the crumbs are brushed away,
You won’t hear a dickie bird: they’ve all flown away!
But when the sun is shining and you know it’s time for tea,
They’ll be just past the hollyhocks at half-past three…
— Time For Tea, by Charlotte Bird.
Artwork: The Flower Faeries’ Tea Party, by Alla Yurkovskaya.