I fluttered down, wings swift and light,
The fountain called, so clear, so bright.
I reached the dish, I reached it first,
My tiny throat cried out for thirst.

I know she’s near, I feel her stare,
The other waits, she’s always there.
At any beat I’ll dash away,
If she should rise or block my stay.

One sip, two sips—I take my chance,
Glancing back with wary glance.
For statues don’t just sit so still,
Unless they hide a secret will.

The water ripples, cool and fair—
And then she moves! She’s really there!!!
Not stone, not bronze, no idle play,
A fairy came to drink today.