Twas tiny tiny fairy small
Her name was Fee-Fee-Rae
She lived amongst the yew trees tall
And would fly about all day
But weary was this fairy wee
She carried quite the load
She cared for all the weak yew trees
The stress on her face showed
The other fairies flitted past
They would not help nor serve
So Fee-Fee-Rae, she could not last
And she lost her vim and verve
One day at foot of tall yew tree
Was Fee-Fee-Rae in heap
Her lovely wings hung shabbily
She woke not from her sleep
The other fairies finally saw
Just what their cruelty reaped
Their selfishness a fatal flaw
All they could do was weep
Yet what they failed to see in her
Was heart that burned with fire
Their tears within her spirit stirred
A growing hot desire
For Fee-Fee-Rae would not lie still
And let regret win out
She wagged her wings with all her will
And heard the others shout
Like red-hot sun upon world shone
Her languishment was fixed
From this day forward she will be known
As the Fierce One Fee-Feenix!
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