“Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The fairies will dance on the meadow till morn.”
Little Boy Blue sat up and rubbed one eye, but before he could rub the other eye the pansy fairy had whisked him out of the room and down the stairs and into the meadow below the garden gate. He didn’t forget the blue horn with the golden stars—the pansy fairy saw to that.
The moonlight followed them into the meadow, and as the Little Boy blew his horn all the fairy music came pouring out, like stars playing tag with each other, and the fairy sang:
“Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to dance with me,
Come hither, come hither, come hither.”
The fairies that lived in the flowers in the garden jumped up when they heard the sound.
Out of the tulip came a young lady fairy in a bright red skirt;
