The Brave Little Fairy
Carved into a grand old tree, a staircase curved around;
The steps led up to dizzy heights so far above the ground,
And all the grand ball-goers in sumptuous finery
Ascended with decorum; ’twas a wondrous thing to see!
One tiny fairy watching, breathed quite a heartfelt sigh
And could not help but whisper, “Oh, I do wish that were I!
To be invited to a ball, to honor Faeries’ Queen
Would be for me a dream come true, most splendid of all things!”
She looked down at her simple dress of maple leaves, well-worn
And at that moment felt herself the smallest bit forlorn,
For only those of social standing warranted invite
To the wondrous celebration taking place tonight.
She wondered if the Queen decreed that ever it should be
Only the special chosen should attend Her Majesty.
It seemed unfair to all the fae who loved the Lady well,
And she decided she would try to find a way to tell
Her Queen how all the fairy folk were feeling so neglected
And how each fairy’s happiness had sadly been affected.
She tiptoed up the staircase when all had ceased to climb
And slipped into the ballroom just in the nick of time,
To hide behind a curtain, free from censoring eyes,
And await her chance to slip out and her great Queen apprise.
She waited ’til the grandest had curtsied and had bowed
Before the throne, and told herself, “This is my moment, now!”
And flew and curtsied, ‘fore the Queen, though those around her stared
And gasped at such a lowly fairy daring to come there!
She poured her heart out to her Queen, though inside she was quaking;
She did not know what to expect, and her wee knees were shaking!
The Queen reached down and gently touched the fairy ‘neath her chin
And said, “Of course, you’re welcome here! Invite the whole wood in!”
The Queen then looked around the hall at all the snobbish guests
And told them that this little fairy seemed to love her best
For she knew how much her Queen did care for all the woodland fae,
And she was sorry that her court had behaved in such a way
As to deny the presence of her people at her ball,
And that was not the way she wished for things to be, at all!
Then she decreed that evermore an invitation go
To every member of the Fae so each dear heart would know
That they were loved and valued, and ever shall it be,
And joy reigned then in Fairyland, thanks to one wee brave fairy!
By Donna Ferguson Dudley