Can I stay a while?

 

As Rose wakes up in the middle of the night

something is tickling her nose. What’s that?

Where did it come from, the little being

that whispers, ‘sorry I could not help it

that it was your pretty nose I’d landed on?

 

I saw your window standing open as I flew by

and because I was tired, I went inside.

Can I stay a while?’ ‘That would be nice.

I’d like that fine, dear fairy, since it was today

I learned to write your letter f in style.’