A little fairy comes at night.
Her eyes are blue her hair is brown.
With silver spots upon her wings.
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand .
And when a good child goes to bed.
She waves her wand from right to left.
And makes a circle round her head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things.
Of fountains filled with fairy fish.
And trees that bear delicious fruit.
And bow their branches at a wish
Of arbours filled with dainty scents.
From lovely flowers that never fade.
Bright flies that flitter in the sun.
And glow worms shining in the shade.
And talking birds with gifted tongues.
For shining song and telling tales.
And pretty dwarfs to show the way.
Through the fairy hills and fairy dales.
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