The flowers have wilted the tea has gone cold.

The flowers have wilted the tea has gone cold. 

Faeries away, there are tales to be told, of dancing and singing, and sipping on tea. 

Go out into faerie land and tell of your adventures with me.  And at the next party in my garden retreat, bring more faerie friends to share our sweet treats. 

And so, until then I bid you farewell.  Now faeries away you have stories to tell!