Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Much like the pensions, humans receive from their employers today; Fairy's near and Far serve their Fairy Queen to release Fairy Tale Access to you, all.
See You Soon
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