Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies,' there's a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’
‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.
‘There are such a lot of them,’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’
I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

When you were a bird you knew the fairies pretty well, and you remember a good deal about them in your babyhood, which it is a great pity you can't write down, for gradually you forget, and I have heard of children who declared that they had never once seen a fairy.