[ROSAMUNDA]
In the garden very early
Rosamunda’s walking,
And to her surprise she hears
Lots of fairies talking.
She looks around but cannot see
Where they can be hiding;
Not on any butterfly
Nor bee, are they a-riding.
She goes to where the tulips grow
And finds a sight of wonder,
For out pop fairy elves and say,
“Good-morning, Rosamunda!”
[DISAPPOINTMENT]
Once I found a fairy
In my cup of tea.
She was nearly drowned
And wet as wet could be.
I picked her out and dried her
And asked her if she’d stay;
“Oh, no,” she said, “I mustn’t,”
And off she flew away.
[ON STRIKE]
My dollies are so naughty,
I’m afraid they’ve gone on strike;
They won’t let me undress them,
But just do what they like.