Fairy, when she was not dreaming, Fairy, when she was not scheming Wondrous tales of gnome and elf, Oft drew pictures for herself, Fanciful as they could be: Two are here for you to see. Who has gleaned all through the day, Going home with arms well laden, When the sunlight fades away. Threatened by a wasp that stings, Getting ready soon to smother That fierce yellow thing with wings. |