To find your elves
Just walk past the shelves
To find your fairies
Bring that novel to the prairies
To find out how they live in the wild
You have to ask a special child
Who knows where to look
On page 64 in that book
The special world made of fantasy
Comes from the mind full of ecstacy
Something of body and soul
A bit of a special self hidden goal
Here is magic, no special potions
Spells or trickery of one's emotions
Just real, honest, imagery
Still a wonder tale of imaginary
Life so wonderful, so beautiful
Written as folklore, tales so full
Of life, that we all want as fantasy
Here it is the chance to find me