Rose Fyleman Poems

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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IF you meet a fairy
Don't run away ;
She won't want to hurt you,
She'll only want to play.
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The best game the fairies play,
The best game of all,
Is sliding down steeples—
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THERE are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead -
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
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