  The candle is a fairy house That’s smooth and round and white, And Mother carries it about Whenever it is night. Right at the top a fairy lives, A lovely yellow one, And if you blow a little bit It has all sorts of fun. It bows and dances by itself In such a clever way, And then it stretches very tall; “Well, it grows fast,” you say. The little chimney of the house Is black and really sweet, And there the candle fairy stands Though you can’t see its feet. And when the dark is very big And you’ve been having dreams, Then Mother brings the candle in; How friendly like it seems! It’s only just for Mothers that The candle Fairy comes; And if you play with it, it bites Your fingers and your thumbs. But still you love it very much This candle Fairy, dear, Because, at night, it always means That Mother’s very near. |
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