Scale Lily fairie
So you don't believe in fairies; I thought I didn't too
But there she was to my surprise, and with purple wings she flew
Right past my yard, then through my heart and back to me again
With dirty feet and bent up wings, we had to take her in
You need a bath, my pixie dear, so let me have your wings
No, you can't, they don't come off; fairies are attached to certain things
All right I say but hurry up, we're going out to eat
Now here she comes, fluttering by, at least she has clean feet
At dinner she's the only fairy, so people stop and stare
She doesn't seem to mind at all; my Lily doesn't care
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
A friend of mine paid a visit to Scale Lily the other day, and then he wrote me to tell me that I was a good dad. I should have been more honest and humble in my response because, quite honestly, these are pictures and stories of the good times. This website was a promise I made Lily 5 years ago but didn't start till a couple of months ago. She looked at me and said, "you're never going to do the website, are you?" My word no longer carried the weight it use to, and I realized I had fallen in her eyes. They told me the time would go by too fast. It's not like I wasn't warned, yet if my mind wasn't still at work, then it was devoted to the stupid tv show I was watching, and telling the girls to hush so I could hear. I have wasted hours sulking on the couch about the things I didn't have or couldn't do. So because you can't afford to do those things, you do nothing? How did I become that dad I never intended to be? I am sorry Lily, and I am sorry Drew. I am awake now and I am listening, and if its not too late, I would like to be allowed back, in to the world of fairies.
But there she was to my surprise, and with purple wings she flew
Right past my yard, then through my heart and back to me again
With dirty feet and bent up wings, we had to take her in
You need a bath, my pixie dear, so let me have your wings
No, you can't, they don't come off; fairies are attached to certain things
All right I say but hurry up, we're going out to eat
Now here she comes, fluttering by, at least she has clean feet
At dinner she's the only fairy, so people stop and stare
She doesn't seem to mind at all; my Lily doesn't care
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
A friend of mine paid a visit to Scale Lily the other day, and then he wrote me to tell me that I was a good dad. I should have been more honest and humble in my response because, quite honestly, these are pictures and stories of the good times. This website was a promise I made Lily 5 years ago but didn't start till a couple of months ago. She looked at me and said, "you're never going to do the website, are you?" My word no longer carried the weight it use to, and I realized I had fallen in her eyes. They told me the time would go by too fast. It's not like I wasn't warned, yet if my mind wasn't still at work, then it was devoted to the stupid tv show I was watching, and telling the girls to hush so I could hear. I have wasted hours sulking on the couch about the things I didn't have or couldn't do. So because you can't afford to do those things, you do nothing? How did I become that dad I never intended to be? I am sorry Lily, and I am sorry Drew. I am awake now and I am listening, and if its not too late, I would like to be allowed back, in to the world of fairies.
