Long ago and far away,
There lived a girl who loved to play,
With fairy folk and pixies too,
There wasn’t a lot else to do.
She had no mum and dad you see,
They’d gone away when she was three,
And left her with the fairy folk,
And as they left the High Queen spoke:
Treat this child as our own,
She ordered from her queenly throne.
Dress her, wash her, see she’s fed.
And gather leaves and make a bed.
She must be loved and tended to,
Her parents put their trust in you.