Another folkish song based on a true story.

The Cottingley Fairies

Frances and Elsie from Cottingley,
Had fairy friends who they could see,
And with the help of photography
Those fairies appeared to you and me.

The girls were cousins, close were they
And in the local beck they'd play,
They saw little folk dance and sing
In a rare and wonderful fairy ring.

On fairy grass, down fairy paths
The girls took fairy photographs,
Never before had they been seen
Until nineteen hundred and seventeen.

While boys and men fought in France,
The girls shot fairies in a dainty dance,
And while people mourned and grieved
In the life of fairies they believed.

The girls enchanted Conan Doyle,
He was faithful, he was loyal,
About the matter he wrote tomes
But he should have hired Sherlock Holmes.

Modern science saw through the fake,
Those clever cousins the fairies did make,
They cut them out and set them up
Amidst the bluebell and the buttercup.

The fraud is out, the cousins gone,
There is nothing left to wish upon,
Save for the enduring mystery
Of the fairy tale of Cottingley.

Chris Fernie, 2009

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-06-26 at 00:19

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melanie sue
I remember this quite well and I adored the pictures. This is an equally good poem about them. I enjoyed reading very much! :)