To the tune of “My Boyhood’s Happy Home Down on the Farm.”
We are fairies of the snow, And every where we go We make the hearts of children glad and gay; From their window seats so warm, They look out upon the storm And dream of future childish sports and play.
Chorus. We fulfill a mission too, As every one should do; Who have a mission worthy of the name, From our home in Northern clime, Come we forth at Christmas time A quiet share in Christmas joys to claim.
On earth’s cold and frozen face Each white snow-flake takes its place, All unite a cosy mantle thus to form, Universal mother keep, Covered during winter’s sleep ’Till spring-time’s sun shines forth again so warm.
At close of song Gussie comes down to front, makes an extravagant bow to the Fairies.
Gus. Well now, that’s clevah, deucedly clevah doncherno, but ladies, you distract my mind from the duties incident to my exalted office. I must really ask you to depaht. I must indeed.
Fai. (Fairies stamp their feet indignantly and speak in chorus) Listen to that! The horrid man! Distract his mind indeed, bah! (to Gussie) You never had a mind.
Gus. Beg pardon ladies, but it is twue, evewy word twue. This is Chwistmas Eve and in one hour fwom this time I must have the “World’s Directory of Deserving Didlets” weady for Santa Claus before he starts out upon his annual journey.
Fai. (in chorus) Is that true? Why did you not say so before?
Queen. (Fairies go to entrances R. and L., Queen goes to C. All turn and look at Gussie as Queen says) Gussie, we go, but we return; and when we do return we will sing—Comrades!!