In Bond Street Poem by Rose Fyleman

UPON her little velvet hat

A silken tassel hung,
And to the very end of that

A tiny fairy clung.

Among her curls he bobbed about

And played at hide-and-seek
With every dimple that came out

Upon her chin or cheek.

This is a common sight perchance

For Londoners to see ?
It seemed to draw no curious glance

From anyone but me.

Along the street I watched her go

Serenely unaware ;
And still he tumbled to and fro
(It seemed so strange she should not know)

Among her golden hair.