There are days when even Fairies fail to surprise,
to swirl their wand and dazzle with delight.
There are days when even Fairies feel sorry,
wondering how useful is their wand if it cannot minify misery.
There are days when even Fairies are in vain,
to discover that the mortals below plundered their dreamland to a state of unalterable pain.
There will gleam a day when you will wriggle the Zion where Fairies are born,
the antithesis then shall be that they will have wings and you will have horns!