You know the smoke from chimneys-
It often isn't smoke,
It's nothing but the fairies
Having such a joke.
Round they fly and round about,
Higher still and higher
'Dearie me,' the people say,
'A chimney on fire!'
You know the noise the wind makes
At night-time now and then
It's just those naughty fairies
At their tricks again
Sitting in the chimney
Round and round in rows,
Singing all together
And warming up their toes.
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at last I have found this poem that my mother used to tell us as children! I never realised where it came from...