Praying for fairies

Nancy knelt by the river bank,
Where a withered lily plant grew;
There she prayed
Calling on fairies to come.
It was a dark cloudy night,
And the muddy river flowed,
Making soft lapping sounds,
Like grandma slurping soup.
Under the open,
on a dark cloudy night,
Nancy kept on praying;
"Fairies please come. Fairires please come."

Aspandyad F. Daruvala