Fairies In My Kitchen

The fairies in my kitchen, keeping vigil
while we are away, that one swinging
her leg ever the edge is me, I fell and
broke, but patched me together again,
dreaming away lazily, dreaming of when
the King of the North will come again in
all his splendor and glory and take us
away in his golden chariot to see the
magical wondrous world over the sea!