The Garden of Pleasant Fields

Raindrops fall
On pleasant fields
And flowers begin to grow

Red and blue
And purple too
All neatly in a row

Then sun comes out
With golden rays
And rainbows fill the sky

And tiddlebuns dance
Among the rows
Though not one knows quite why

Critters come
To pick flowers
And stick them in their hair

And fairies come
With tailors in tow
To make their dresses fair

Dryads watch
From gleaming trees
With eyes of emerald green

And brownies watch
While hidden away
For they prefer to stay unseen

Then a summer wind blows
A warming breeze
And day turns into night

And all look up
At twinkling stars
And smile in rapt delight