Grandma told me enchanting tales

of how the faeries followed her from Wales

How they flitted about her garden flowers

She and her cat could watch them for hours

     Then one day that cat did stray

and pounced upon one very unfortunate fae

Grandma scolded that bad cat

But a cat will be a cat and that is that

     As for the precious little faery

Grandma thought it too beautiful to bury

She pressed it carefully under glass

That Grandma always was a clever lass