Star dust and fairy wings

Star dust and fairy wings

Singing all the lovely sings

Getting dirty, skinning knees

Running, jumping, climbing trees,

Laughing out loud at fart jokes,

Pegging a card to my spokes

Ribbons adorn my handle bars,

Bugs are kept in old jam jars,

Dressing up in adult cast offs

Pretending to be silly toffs,

A puzzle solved and books to explore

Paintings by me on the fridge door,

My pockets full of treasures found,

Can I make the loudest sound?

Who am I, can you say?

Can you tell by the way I play?