Splenderina, princess of fairies
Dressed in pink satin with frills of lace
She never is haughty or puts on aires
And that's why she has the most beautiful face
Not that she's perfect – she's the size of a thumb
And when she flies, she makes a buzzing noise
But she's very bright – or only sometimes dumb
And, if she had any, I'm sure she'd share her toys . . .
But back to her face, her beautiful face
It's so very hard to describe, 'tis true
Well, some people say she looks like the queen
But I always thought she looked like . . . you!