What does she do with all the teeth that she finds?
White, tiny teeth from under the soft, feather pillow.
Where does she take them as you lie in dream sleep?
To her house by the river, in tree of puss willow.
There she polishes each one with a cloth of fine silver,
Until they glow and shine like a beam of moonlight.
Then to the fairy queen in her castle, just over the hill.
Sparkling jewels for the queen’s crown, always glowing bright.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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