In The Beginning introduction

The nine hundred old oak tree trunk
Rests in London's Kensington Gardens,
Close to the children's playground area.

You may at night and in deep shadows dark,
See little beings; motionless in daylight, in the park;
Creep out, having fun, can you hear them laugh?

Fairies, with their gossamer wings unfurled
Fly up into the sky, granting wishes with their wands,
For those sweet souls who believe, blow kisses and leave.

The Elf Tree is the gateway, to King Oberon and his Queen’s realm.
You enter, by invitation or if it's your home.
Some come with a friend, some alone,
The folk are good, only kindness they do show.

Goblins, wasps and rats are forbidden in the kingdom;
For they can do harm, to these God fearing folk.
The king and queen have soldiers, to protect their people,
The good witch, wizard, fairies too, look after the weak and feeble.

Elves pixies gnomes fairies and witches and all kinds of creatures
Live here, in this magical kingdom, if only there was space for me,
Look carefully, do you see them move? I have, certainly.