In the grove of Glitter-Glimmer-Glen,

Where the sun kisses the flowers now and then,

Twiddle-Twink, with a curious heart,

Set off on a journey, a brand new start.

As he wandered through the Whispering-Weeds,

He heard a song that catered to his needs.

A voice so sweet, like a tinkling bell,

It was Missle-May, as he could tell.

Missle-May with eyes of shimmering blue,

Danced on petals, with morning dew.

Her wings sparkled, like the night's array,

She was the fairy of the day.

"Hello, Twiddle-Twink," she said with glee,

"Come join my dance, and be free!"

With a twirl and a spin, they began to sway,

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In the magical dance of the day.

Together they danced, on the Breeze-Bridge high,

With the clouds as their stage, under the sky.

The world below watched in sheer delight,

As they painted rainbows, oh so bright!

Missle-May taught him the Flutter-Fly-Flop,

And the Whirl-Wiggle, without a stop.

Twiddle-Twink laughed, feeling so gay,

With every step, in the dance with Missle-May.

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky gold,

Their dance came to an end, a story beautifully told.

With a hug and a promise to meet another day,

Twiddle-Twink waved goodbye to Missle-May.

Back to his Dreamy-Box, with memories so grand,

Of the magical dance, in Glitter-Glimmer land.

With stars as witnesses, to their delightful play,

Twiddle-Twink dreamt of his friend, Missle-May.