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

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 it's glitter
And your tinsel looks like rustinstead 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 Alladin find a cavethat wasn't there
Twas I who made Dick Wittington(*) turn round and then Lord Mayor
I've been Spirit of the Flowers and Fairy Daffodil
I've been Fairy of the Wind,ay , an 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!)

No-body loves a fairy when she's forty
No-body 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

Nothing personal OB

Giok ¦¬]