Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances...
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
I'm big on Politics!
Fairy: Mirror mirror on the wall,I cannot see myself at all.
Mirror:It's because you have a massive rear, it's reflections I do, not miracles dear.
Fairy: But does my bum look big in this?...
Mirror: it does of course but do not hiss.
For I have a plan
a plan first class
either go on a diet love,or smash my glass.