Do we Believe in Fairies?

We are quite prepared to think that anything is possible: Fairies and all.

And when we saw this (seeming) Fly crouching on Gorse viz.

we wondered, 'a Fairy in Disguise?'

'When Gorse is out of blossom,'
(Its prickles bare of gold)
'Then kissing’s out of fashion,'
Said Country-Folk of old.
Now Gorse is in its glory
In May when Skies are blue,
But when its time is over,
Whatever shall we do?

O dreary would the World be,
With everyone grown cold—
Forlorn as prickly bushes
Without their Fairy Gold!
But this will never happen:
At every time of year
You’ll find one bit of blossom—
A kiss from someone dear!