Rose Fyleman Poems

THE grouse that lives on the moorland wide

Is filled with a most ridiculous pride ;

He thinks that it all belongs to him
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You walk in your orchard, you sit in your

bower

Mid plentiful treasure of fruit and of flower ;
But you shall have pleasaunces brighter than
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YOU'VE stolen all our mushrooms !
When friends come in to tea
In Fairyland it is the rule
To offer them a satin stool ;
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OF all the birds the fairies love the skylark much

the best ;
They come with little fairy gifts to seek his hidden
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THOUGH the fairies meet by night

In the moonlit spaces,
Often in the morning light
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I HEARD a little tiny noise behind the cup-
board door

And something soft and small and quick
flashed right across the floor.
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I SHALL be a lady
As pretty as you please,
And I shall have a garden
With lots of flowers and trees,
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WHEN mother comes each morning

She wears her oldest things,
She doesn't make a rustle,
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THE cuckoo is a tell-tale,

A mis chief -making bird;
He flies to East, he flies to West
And whispers into every nest
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WOULDN'T it be lovely if the rain came down
Till the water was quite high over all the town?
If the cabs and buses all were set afloat,
And we had to go to school in a little boat?
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