  I WAS just a little thing When a fairy came and kissed me; Of a haunted summer night, Lo, the fairies came to sing Pretty slumber songs and bring Certain boons that else had missed me. From a dream I turned to see What those strangers brought for me, When that fairy up and kissed me— Here, upon this cheek, he kissed me! Simmerdew was there, but she Did not like me altogether; Daisybright and Turtledove, Pilfercurds and Honeylove, Thistleblow and Amberglee On that gleaming, ghostly sea Floated from the misty heather, And around my trundle-bed Frisked, and looked, and whispering said— Solemnlike and all together: “You shall kiss him, Ganderfeather!” Ganderfeather kissed me then— Ganderfeather, quaint and merry! No attenuate sprite was he, —But as buxom as could be;— Kissed me twice, and once again, And the others shouted when On my cheek uprose a berry Somewhat like a mole, mayhap, But the kiss-mark of that chap Ganderfeather, passing merry— Humorsome, but kindly, very! I was just a tiny thing When the prankish Ganderfeather With his fairy kisses three; Yet with honest pride I sing That same gift he chose to bring Out of yonder haunted heather. Other charms and friendships fly— Constant friends this mole and I, Who have been so long together. Thank you, little Ganderfeather! |
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