When I was a young boy.
My grandma said to me.
Go into the garden and sit under the tree.
The sun was going down.
The air was sweet and warm.
That's when I saw a magical sight.
Tiny little hands and tiny little feet.
Dancing to a bongo beat.

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There are fairies at the bottom of the garden.
Dancing in the breeze.
There are fairies at the bottom of the garden.
Swingin' in the trees.

You might think that I'm crazy.
But if you come with me.
You might think that I'm crazy.
But just you wait and see.
I'm sitting in the garden.
Right under the tree.
I've been here for ten minutes
and not one fairy do I see.
The sun is going down.
I think I will go home.
Wait, listen, look!
Tiny little hands and tiny little feet.
Dancing to a bongo beat.

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