Did you ever find a fairy near some budding little thickets,

A straightening her golden wings and combing out her hair?

She's there!

And when she sees you creeping up to get a closer peek

She tumbles through the daffodils, a playing hide and seek,

And creeps into the tulips till you can't find she's hid?

Mine did!

Have you ever, ever come across a little toadstool elf
A reading by a firefly lamp and laughing to himself,
Or a saucy fairy queen upon her favorite dragonfly?

And their fairy babies, too?

By Marjorie Barrows