Fairies do exist, my darling, they exist
in the back of camping cabins, in the mist.
They light up among the oak trees as a spark,
as an ember from the fire in the dark.
Then they vanish in an instant, ever brief –
in a flutter of an eyelid. Time’s a thief!
But you have to trust they'll be there, even so!
Life's a fairy-tale, darling, don’t let go!