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Down in the meadow, there's a party going on. |
| Every Saturday night, the midnight sprites and the moonbeam fairies join hands. Down in the meadow they frolic all night at the Magicwood After Dark Dance. The fairies wear gowns made of pearly moth wings and moonflower wreaths in their hair. All through the meadow their sweet voices ring and laughter fills the night air. With nighthawk feathers adorning their caps and coats lined with whippoorwill down, around the bonfire the sprites dance and clap, cartwheeling and tumbling like clowns. The katydids fiddle, the bullfrog sings bass, and the cricket quartet chirps a song. The bandleader owl, with a smile on his face turns and hoots to the crowd, "Sing along!" When the stars fall asleep and the moon shuts his eyes and the rising sun's rays come in sight, The sprites and the fairies all say their goodbyes, calling, "See you next Saturday night." |