Ding Dong Bell

Sleep on, sleep on, sweet children
The wicked wolf won't hurt you
For now you're in possession of our fairy password gertie
So hush, hush, give him a chance
Big-hearted Arthur's got ants in his pants!

Listen all you people, I'm the fairy queen
I'm queen of all the fairies, but not the sort you mean
I live with the pixies and the little fairy folk
We live among the leaves and branches of a blasted oak
'Twas discovered in a forest by a cheeky little elf
I found it with my big toe and I blasted it myself

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong bell
Turn again, Whittington, pussy's in the well
Hark to the sound of the busy little bees
Mind they do not sting you, hurry if you please
Hey nonny no, I'm sorry I must go
But the goblins want me too

See the fairy washing hanging out upon the line
All those pretty frilly things made of silk so fine
There's one pair there with patches on, I think that they are mine
In this land of dreams come true

Tinkle, tinkle, crash, crash, that's our fairy song
Whoops-a-daisy, mind your eye and now we shan't be long
Come sit upon this mushroom and taste our fairy beer
Manufactured from a dewdrop by a fairy racketeer
You drink it from an acorn cup and it will cost you nowt
And if you do not like it, you can always spit it out

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong bell
Turn again, Whittington, pussy's in the well
Hark to the sound of the busy little bees
Mind they do not sting you, hurry if you please
Hey nonny no, I'm sorry I must go
But the goblins want me too

When seated on my leafy throne I'm very much admired
Especially by the little birds who sing as though inspired
But I do think that their habits leave a lot to be desired
In this land of dreams come true

Ding dong, ding dong, hark at those bells, baby
They're getting me, they're driving me crazy
Oh, oh, take 'em away
No, I've changed my mind, bring 'em back, bring 'em back!
I can't do without them
They remind me of a blonde dame way back in Tennessee
Hey nonny no, I'm sorry I must go
But the goblins want me too

So go to bed, you sleepy head, and dream of fairy lore
If you don't believe in fairies, they will creep in through your door
Jump in your bed and bite you where you've not been bit before
In the land of dreams come true