No I did not steal this from who ever it was that wrote the other one like this. This is purely my own creation.

There they go, do you see them there?
They walk so lightly as if on air.
There they go in their silent prancing,
On the go for their midnight dancing.

There they are, I see them now.
The ladies curtsey, and the men bow.
Instead of feet, they dance with wings.
The flutes start to play; a single voice sings.

Then one, two, three! Other voices join in.
With that, the Fairy Ball will begin!
Can you see them, all flitting about?
All with a cheer and a joyful shout.

They dance 'round again and again:
The fairy women, and the fairy men.
They all seem to shine in their lovely clothes.
Each made of a flower; a lily or rose.

The fairy children gather around,
Observing the dancing and musical sound.
Each fairy is different in face and features,
And all of them lovely and beautiful creatures.

Animals come, from here and from there.
The birds and the fox, the mouse and the hare.
All rejoice in their own little way.
On goes the singing, and on the flutes play.

Oh, sorrow of sorrow! Sadness of sad!
This beautiful scene was a dream that I had!
But tomorrow night when I lay down to sleep,
I'll count fairy wings, instead of sheep.

Alright, so the last part about sorrow and sadness, was a little dramatic, but I like it so don't mock (mock is my word)me.