The moon above will shine so bright
on fairies while they are in flight.
Their wings hum a magical tune,
it's likely you will hear them soon.
When it's time for the moon to rest,
the sun does what it knows the best;
rises high in the morning sky ~
"Awaken, birds, it's time to fly!"
A meadow waits for animals
out on their constitutionals.
This place is where beasts meet and greet,
they all play games and never cheat.
Schoolhouse is where the children are,
learning about a new-found star.
Quick, down the hall, now you will see
it's time to have the spelling bee.
When school is out our children play
together till the end of day.
When it's time to head for home
comes bedtime ~ countless dreams to roam.
Luna brightens the sky once more
lighting the stairs to heaven's door.
Nocturnal trekkers' paths she lights,
fairies resume their nightly flight.
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