  Listen, Dearie! What do you suppose I've just heard Over in the Arbor there, Where the roses are nodding and whispering low, All in the soft evening air? Why, the Fairies are coming to have a dance Right in our Garden, Dear! For this is Mid-summer Night, you know, The Elfin time of the year. All the Fairies are coming from everywhere, To dance in the moonlight here; And they're going to dress in the loveliest things You ever dreamed of, Dear! There'll be the Fairies of the Moon, of course, All dressed in misty white, With beautiful silvery gauzy wings; And a star-tipped wand for light. They'll skip along down the moonbeams, Dear, So I heard the roses say, A lovely, dancing shimmering band, Twinkling all the way! And the little Fairies of the Clouds, you know, They're coming, too, with the rest. And what will you say when I tell you, Dear, How those darling little Fairies'll be dressed? Why, they're just going to bundle themselves all up In lovely sunset clouds, And come trailing along down the sky to us, In beautiful shining crowds. Some of the very, very littlest ones Will dress in pinky white, And some of the others in orange, and red, All fringed with golden light. And then there're the dear little Water-fairies, too, You can't guess how sweet they'll be! In little dresses of white foam-mist, All hung with pearls from the sea. And the little Queen of the Flowers'll be there, Sitting up on her lovely throne. Just wait till I tell you about it, Dear— You'll wish 'twas your very own! The darling little Fairies of the Snow made it, Dear, All glistening frosty white; Made it, up in their home in Cloudland there, And they're bringing it down to-night. It's just like a beautiful frosty cave, All sparkling with diamonds, Dear, And frosty lace-work, that'll glisten bright Out in the moonlight here. And the roses have made the softest carpet Out of sweet rose-petals, you know; And the pansies, cushions of purple velvet— They all love their little Queen so! And the Butterfly fairies will be there, too, In their lovely velvet clothes, With their beautiful wings of orange and black, And yellow, and purple and rose. And oh, there are ever so many more— I can hardly remember them all! Who're coming to-night—just think of it, Dear, To dance at the Fairies' ball! So hurry up, quick, and close your eyes, For I heard the roses say That to see the Fairies one must always come Around by Dreamland way. |
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