Jeri --

Yes, it is imortant to ask the right questions... no matter what you're trying to do. Have you ever read The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy? If so, you'll know that even the most thoughtful answers in the world doesn't mean diddly squat without the question to give it context.

As for your song, fairies are good (as in a possible good choice, that is -- morally, they're ambiguous ;-)). Also, maybe there is some other nymph that sings that wasn't burdened with a curse from a god. And if you treat them with respect, they reward you with wonderful gifts. Also, maybe there is some other nymph that sings that wasn't burdened with a curse from a god.

One of my favorite fairy stories also gives a possible explaination for why songs get stuck in our heads (and I seem to remember that the story itself exists in one of its incarnations as a Gaelic ballad):

One night, a humpbacked man was walking home at night when he heard some beatiful fiddle music drifting from over the hill, and he sneaked closer to investigate.

Sure enough it was a fairy ring, and when they say that they'd been spotted, they compelled the man to join them in the dance.

Their singing was very beautiful, but the song was very repetitive. They sang:

Monday, Tuesday,
Monday, Tuesday,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednessday

Monday, Tuesday,
Monday, Tuesday,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednessday

After this went on for a while, the man very quietly, and in perfect rhythm with the music, finished the line with:

"Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday."

"Thank you!" cried the fairies. "We've been wanting to finish that song, but we couldn't remember the words. How shall we repay you?"

"Well," said the man, "I have everything I need. I only wish I didn't have this horrible hunchback.

And in that instant, his hunch was gone.

The next day, he met an old acquaintance who was also a hunchback.

"Jack!" the acquaintance called out to him, "what happened to you? Why are you so straight?"

And Jack told him everything that happened the night before.

That night, the second hunchback went to that same spot in the road, hoping to meet the fairies, so that they could remove his hunch, too. Sure enough, there, in the very same spot, the fairies were singing and dancing.

"Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday!" the man called out, not waiting to listen where they were in the song.

The fairies were so angry at having their song interrupted, that not only did they not remove his hump, they piled the one they'd taken off of Jack on top of it.