Can’t you see ’em?
They’re in your hair
You dare not brush
They’ll go everywhere
Pick them out
One by one
Put them in a box
Out of the sun
When it’s night time
Open the box
Fashion them a ladder
Out of socks
They’ll climb the ladder
To get nice and high
Then ’round your room
The fairies will fly

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