Rose Fyleman Poems

MY cat Timothy who has such lovely eyes
Is really not a cat at all ; it's only a disguise.
A witch cast a spell on him a long time since
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HE used to be a fairy once,

A little singing fairy ;
He would not work, he would not play,
He only sat and sang all day
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YESTERDAY in Oxford Street, oh, what d'you think,

my dears?
I had the most exciting time I've had for years and
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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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