  There's women and there's men as well and little baby things, And some haves only dresses on and some of 'em haves wings, They nibble dandelions for meat, they drink the bubble frorf, They never spill their cocoa-milk all down the table-clorf, They never cry because it hurts, they always eat their brorf. Last night we heard a trumpet in the tea-tree down the street, And Padie left the table that was full of things to eat, He galloped for the music that seemed not so far away, And neely found the fairies where the trumpet used to play! Our mother went and catched him and he neely wasn't found, He neely fell into the creek through looking round and round. A naughty sea-shell cutted him, he had a bleedy toe, He lorst one Sunday sandal and he didn't seem to know; He only stood and wondered why all fairies live in moons, And go home in the twilight with their trumpets blowing tunes. WHISPER! When he talks to Bay and me, Micky doesn't seem to know It's too far for boys to see, If he's in the trellis tree; It's too damp for boys to go Hunting in the grass below. |
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