A friend heard I was looking for it and sent me this!

Jude


NO-ONE LOVES A FAIRY WHEN SHE'S FORTY
(Arthur le Clerq)

For years a fairy queen I've been.
For years I've followed the demon king.
But alas, I'm getting on, the years have flown by somehow,
And I feel that Fairy Snowdrop isn't wanted now.

Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
She may still have her magic powers, but that is not enough.
They all want their bit of magic from a younger bit of stuff.
When once your silver star has lost its glitter,
And your tinsel looks like rust instead of gold,
Your fairy days are ending when your wand has started bending.
No one loves a fairy when she's old.

'Twas I who helped Aladdin find a cave that wasn't there.
'Twas I who made Dick Whittington* turn round and then Lord Mayor.
I've been Spirit of the Flowers and Fairy Daffodil.
I've been Fairy of the Wind, ay, and suffer from it still.
In satin-coloured ballet shoes I toe-danced through the glen,
Beloved by all the children and run after by the men.
No-one could touch me at the splits; me splits were all the rage
Until the Woodman left his chopper on the stage. (What a mess!)

Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
She may still have her magic powers, but that is not enough.
They want their bit of magic from a younger bit of stuff.
When you can't cast a spell without it spilling,
And a fairy tale in years you haven't told,
You stand there shouting "What ho!" but they all pass by your grotto.
No-one loves a fairy when she's old.


(*) "Whit Dickington" is sung by Tessie O'Shea
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