Rose Fyleman Poems

BUNNY, bunny, smooth your fur,

Wash your little face ;
Dormouse, wake you up and stir
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HIGH in the elm-trees sit the rooks,
Or flit about with busy looks

And solemn, ceaseless caws.
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THE child next door has a wreath on her hat,
Her afternoon frock sticks out like that,

All soft and frilly;
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THE fairies have never a penny to spend,

They haven't a thing put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and of flower
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DADDY goes a-riding in a motor painted grey,

He makes a lot of snorty noise before he gets away ;

The fairies go a-riding when they wish to take their
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THE robin is the fairies' page;

They keep him neatly dressed
For country service or for town
In dapper livery of brown
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IF I were a bird with a dear little nest

I should always be going for flights,
I'd fly to the North and the South and the West
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UPON the terrace where I play
A little fountain sings all day

A tiny tune;
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To all kind folk who make delightful gar-
dens

Where we may live,

Enjoying days and nights of busy leisure
Amid devices fashioned for our pleasure,
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EVERY fairy has a star
Where all her tiny treasures are,
And there her faithful gnome,
As soon as she goes out at night
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