And stroked, and kissed, and soft-caressed,
By these fays in rapturous glee.
Into every crevice and crack they peeped,
They danced till the morning light;
They left the print of their tiny feet
O'er country road and city street,
In frolicsome fun that night.
When the rosy face of the morning sun
Peeped timidly out to view,
He beheld the earth, last night so brown,