NaPoWriMo Day 30 - "Fairy Folly"

The final prompt:

And now for our final (still optional!) prompt. Today’s prompt is based on a prompt written by Jacqueline Saphra, and featured in this group of prompts published back in 2015 by The Poetry Society of the U.K. This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.” Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate as you like.

It was tricky really finding the inspiration within one day for this and I've probably ended up with something a little generic at least in terms of concept, but I hope the rhythm is interesting. I apologise for the length:

If you go to seek the fairy queen
You must be sure, you must be keen
For a special journey you must take
To seek out that fairy queen
Then you must be very keen

Turn off right at the old oak tree
Never turn left or you will not see
The fairy queen that you desire
Be sure of your way at the old oak tree
If a magical world you want to see

And when you pass the patch of holly
Avoid its prickles, no gosh and golly
For to sneak up upon the fairy queen
You will need silence at the patch of holly
Don't let them hear your gosh and golly

You may feel sleepy at the three grey willows
But don't lay down with rocks as pillows
Don't fall for the fairy queen's magic
Turned three witches into three grey willows
And they'll use your head for their own pillows

Then you'll come to an open glade
Where you must weave daisies in your braid
If you wish to fit in at the fairy queen's court
But don't you wander in that open glade
And never use buttercups in your braid

Now push yourself through a hedge of loam
And you will find that fairy queen's home
But do beware as she won't let you leave
From that palace in the dark in the hedge of loam
(near the glade, past the willows
near the holly, past the oak)
That you in your folly must now call home