Harry, you horror! That Club biscuit song is now rolling around in my head.
I never was a child who particularly liked the idea of fairies. I thought them a bit wet and weedy to be honest. My Irish auntie was a very feisty woman and hated anything 'frou-frou' such as floaty dresses and wand waving. If I ever tried to be dainty and dance around, she'd scoff and say, "Oooh! Enter the fairies, dancing and singing!" (She was a drama tutor at a college.) She must have been a feminist in the fifties.

Actually, I believe that the first concepts of 'fairies' were of rather malevolent and mischievous beings who enjoyed tricking mortals and leading them into bogs (not the toilet variety, I mean marshes) You had to watch out when dealing with the blighters.

If I had had a daughter, I'd have been frankly disgusted if she'd wanted me to buy her this feeble plastic rubbish. My two nieces were real tomboys as children, and my sister encouraged them to be non-weedy!
I've tried very hard to get this tune out of my head, and I've found several crumpets have helped enormously. Not to mention OSH ale.