THE FAIRY AT THE BOTTOM OF OUR STREET
By
John G. Sutton
Down the bottom of our street
Where the dogs and cats run free
I was walking and whistling
When a fairy said to me
'You look lovely, you look handsome,
Would you like to make a wish?'
I thought just for a moment
Of the things to bring me bliss
Maybe houses, lots of money,
New clothes for my wife Mary
'I would definitely want to'
Said I to the Fairy
He was a proper little fellow,
Green tunic, bright red cap
Leather belt and tight trousers,
Then he gave his hands a clap!
'You must tell me what your wish is'
He spoke those words so sweet
And the silver buckles sparkled
On the boots upon his feet
'Why I would wish for money,
Lots of ale and so much MORE!'
The fairy stood and listened
Softly staring at the floor
'Yes! your wish Sir SHALL be granted'
The fairy said with glee
And I said a prayer to heaven
So glad to be just me
'But there is one condition,
Something you must do he said
I wondered and I pondered,
As the Fairy shook his head
Then he cuddled up much closer
And I dreamed of that and this
'You look lovely, you look handsome,
Now give me a kiss!'
Said the fairy and I thought
About the money and the wish
'Oh go on then' I answered
As he puckered up lip
Now no one is perfect
We all can make a slip
As I fastened up my trousers
And walked back up the street
I turned and heard a giggle,
That made me stop my feet
'How old are you fine fellow?'
The fairy gave a shout
'A little over forty' I said
'Or thereabout'
I could see that he was smiling,
He wore a silly grin
Then I knew that I'd been suckered,
Yes I'd been taken in
‘You’re too old to believe in fairies’
I heard him call and laugh
So I turned, feeling foolish
And went home to take a bath
Now people there's a moral,
A lesson for you all
If you chance to meet a fairy,
If the leprechauns do call
If you're tempted by the goblins
And you dare to make a wish
Beware the little fairy
Who tries to take a kiss
Years have passed since I met him,
Where the cats and dogs run free
But I never will forget
What that fairy did to me
My wish?
Well I'm still waiting,
Money is quite sparse
And despite all my wishin
All I got was a sore arse.