The Witch and the Fairy

The Witch and the Fairy

Once, on a shiny far away star,
Lived a boy who slept in a red car.
All by himself, with nothing in sight,
But a glass globe of bright yellow light.

Every morning, when the boy woke up,
He put the globe in a brown stone cup.
He poured fresh water onto the globe,
And covered it with his fury warm robe.

This isn't a dream, I swear to God,
If you would like to listen – just nod!
The boy lived on a star, far away,
For he no longer knew how to play.

The wicked witch of the Eastern Lands,
Needed new helpers that had tiny hands.
She always preferred the serious boys,
Who hated playing and had no toys.

She travelled fast on her magic broom,
Looking into every house and room.
Witch couldn't stand boys running in parks,
She often said so in her remarks.

You want to know what she was up to?
Stay with me for a minute or two.
Learn how to avoid the evil witch,
Find out that life can be very rich.

Let's go visit our far away friend,
See what he does, how his time is spent.
All day he's doing nothing at all,
Watching the globe, it's a small glass ball.

He's not sad being left all alone,
But misses mom, and needs his cell phone.
All his life he was the smartest kid,
Had no time for playing, God forbid!

So why couldn't a clever young lad,
Play with his friends without getting mad?
This has to do with being too smart,
Laughing at kids deep down in his heart.

He felt he was better than others,
Never played with his two young brothers.
Playing with toys was a wasted time,
Running in the green park was a crime.

The witch had her eye on that smart boy,
To help her destroy everyone's joy.
She was really mean that evil witch,
Happy people gave her a bad itch…

She came one night when he was asleep,
Out of bed, he didn't even weep.
She said he was there to help her win
Against Good Fairy, her hated twin.

Our boy heard then of the Good Fairy,
A sad story, and very scary.
Poor Fairy in a glass globe was locked,
Waiting for her powers to be blocked.

Witch gave the boy her most evil spell,
And ordered him to study it well.
He was to stay on the lonely star,
And look at the glass globe from afar.

He learnt the short spell as he was told,
But didn't want Fairy to grow old.
He gave her clear water every day,
His robe kept the bright sunshine away.

The boy knew he had to trick the witch,
He worked on doing a clever switch.
Reversing words of that evil spell,
Was sure to send her back to hell.

He waited long for the witch to come,
And thought with love about his mum.
Never again would he mock a friend.
Please stay with me to hear the end.

One bright morning the evil witch came,
To give her sister a brand new name.
The spell said by a serious young lad,
Would make Fairy old and very sad.

Witch could then become a mighty queen,
Change everybody; make them real mean.
Her sister would lose all her powers,
And be locked in devil's dark towers.

Witch never thought her scheme would fail,
She planned it up to the last detail.
All it took was one brave little boy,
Who for the first time had a new toy.

Seeing the witch coming in with speed,
He knew she was evil, full of greed.
He then shouted the new reversed spell,
And Witch melted into sticky gel.

Our boy was so pleased with what he did,
Promised to always be a good kid.
He took the globe into his small hands,
Fairy was at last free in her lands.

So here is the end of our long story,
For the young boy, no fame or glory.
But he learnt that being a very smart boy,
Doesn’t mean you can't play and feel joy.

Share feelings and knowledge with a friend,
Boring days will have a happy end.
Learn to play and have a few good laughs,
Draw on paper lots of funny graphs.

Its time to go to sleep, my dear boy,
Take to bed your favourite toy.
Dream of Fairies, and all that is good,
I think you'll be fine, I knew you would!

The end

Hanna © February 2004