The woodland floor is barefoot soft, Golden butterflies float aloft. Wildflowers all in bloom, The fairy tales are beginning soon. Forest children gather round, Awaiting the fairy's magic sound. At this time, when morning breaks, The fairy made of stone awakes. She reads her wondrous tales aloud, To the small, but faithful crowd; Those who've gathered amongst the trees, The little childrn who still believe. They believe and have no fear, They believe and so can hear!