Fairies, Fly!

Titania held her guitar pick,
“Fairies, gather round, gather round,”
And she floated over the city and the park all around
In a red air balloon attached to a
wide wicker basket.
The drones and kites dodged and the robins flew near.
“We’re almost here, come here, come here,”
And the wind sang along and the air spirits sang
And the families and friends who live by the lane,
The glad, the despairing, the wise, the un-sane.