A Fairytale Come True



Once upon a time, there was a little creature that flits, floats and flies around on tiny butterfly wings. Upon my dreams she came, spoke to me she did. "Travel afar ye shall, to the ends of the rainbow, ye shall find a pot of gold.".



I woke in a flurry, stepped onto a furry, yapped the little furry, "That's my tail you're stepping on, you hairy monkey". Threw on my dusty boots, and my tattered cape, lugged my trusty harp, and off i went, strumming to the lull of the long long road.



Upon i came, the end of the rainbow, right at the very ends of the world, at the end of the long long road. My boots a dusty, my cape a tattered, and my harp a weary. But at last when i was there, the pot of gold wasn't there, but find i did, water a puddle everywhere.



Home i went, singing and strumming, Been to the rainbow i did, and found, not a pot of gold, not treasures untold, but science unfold. Let this be a lesson to all, about the rainbow and pots of gold, and a fairytale come true.