When nighttime falls and dreams alight,
And stars shine softly, cool and bright,
A tiny figure flits and glides,
In silver cloak, where shadows hide.
She moves unseen, her wings like lace,
With nimble steps and airy grace,
A sparkle trailing as she flies,
To visit children’s slumbering sighs.
In cozy rooms where quiet lies,
Where tiny teeth beneath heads lie,
She’ll come to claim each pearly prize,
With gentle hands and twinkling eyes.
For every tooth she takes away,
A glimmer left by dawn’s first ray,
A coin, a charm, a bit of cheer,
In exchange for each tooth held dear.
They say she keeps each tooth with care,
In secret troves no eyes can share,
To build a tower of ivory white,
That gleams and glows in faerie light.
By morning’s call, she’s gone from sight,
A ghostly trace, soft as the night,
But children know she’s danced nearby,
And left a treasure, sly and spry.
A mystery, a whispered tale,
Of wings so swift they never fail,
The Tooth Fairy, unseen and bright,
A fleeting dream in soft moonlight.