All night long they danced and danced, until first thing you know they heard a sound. It was the cock telling them that morning was on the way.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo
The sun is after you.
The fairies all must go to sleep,
And so must Little Boy Blue.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.”
The little purple pansy fairy was the last to go and just before she left she threw some fairy dust into the Little Boy’s eyes.
And he rubbed his eyes and he rubbed his eyes, but the sleepy feel wouldn’t go away. He dropped down by the hay-stack in the meadow and before the morning sun could creep through the grasses he was fast asleep.