The Fairy's Lost Wand

In a mushroom ring, emerald bright, Deep in the woods, bathed in moon's soft light, Grew toadstools spotted, a mystical sight, Where pixies danced through the starry night.

Fair Fairy Fern, with wings so sheer, Cried, "Oh dear me! My wand's not here!" Her wand of stardust, banished by fear, Vanished completely, oh what a tear!

Then blinked a light, a tiny spark, Sir Firefly Flynn, leaving his mark, "I saw it sparkle, hidden and dark, Behind the oak tree, beside the oak bark!"

He zipped and he zoomed, a bioluminescent blur, Past whispering willows, a silvery stir, He darted and dashed, with a joyful purr, And there in the shadows, he discovered her...

Wand! Twirling and gleaming, with crystals so fine, A magical treasure, truly divine! Fern gasped with delight, "Oh, Firefly Flynn, You've saved my spells, you're a friend of mine!"

With a wave of her wand, a shimmering shower, Of glittery stardust, with magical power, The mushroom ring glowed, at this enchanted hour, And magic was back, like a blooming flower!