FAIRIES
Hyde Park
The fairies live in Hyde Park—the London ones, I mean;
They love to see the blue sky and feel a bit of green;
They look out for the children, and beckon as they pass,
And fix up fairy notices, "Please keep ON the grass."
The fairies live in Hyde Park because they love to hide;
They tell the roar of London Town to keep itself outside,
For there are all the furry things, the birds and woolly lambs,
And little new-born fairy-folk asleep inside their prams.
The fairies live in Hyde Park, and in the month of March
A little girl comes riding underneath the Marble Arch;
She goes by way of Hyde Park, the fairies say she can—
A busy little Wendy girl, to stay with Peter Pan.
Moss
Very wee and low,
Creeping, as you know,
Up and then across,
Is the little moss.
Fairy fronds of green,
Spreading out are seen,
Very soft and neat,
Fit for fairy feet.
If you see it there,
Will you please take care?
Always step across
When you see the moss.