He didn't know a lamp could burn,
Poor dainty little thing,
So back again he did return,
And burnt his tiny wing!
A fairy heard him crying there,
So like a loving elf
She found she had a wing to spare,
The kind she wore herself.
She fixed it on—her dainty wing—
With bits of softest cloth;
Now half of him's a fairy thing,
The other half is moth!
Fairies in the Cupboard
I know they're in our cupboard;
Shall I tell you why?
I hear them laughing, talking,
As I am passing by.
A teeny-weeny rustle,
The way that dry leaves go—
Oh, yes, they're in our cupboard,
'Cos I know!
I know they're in our cupboard—
One night I heard a chink,
I guess they like our china,
It's rather thin and pink!
It's very smooth and shiny,
For a tiny fairy toe—
Oh, yes, they're in our cupboard,
'Cos I know!
And once when I was peeping,
And it was rather late,
I saw a ring of fairies
Upon the biggest plate!
And there, upon the teapot,
I saw a perfect row—
Oh, yes, they're in our cupboard,
'Cos I know!
I know they're in our cupboard,
I've heard them in the jug;
They scramble on the saucers,
And hide inside my mug.
Their babies love the egg-cups—
They stand inside them—so!
Oh, yes, they're in our cupboard,
'Cos I know!
Fairy Frilly
Fairy Frilly for half an hour
Went to sleep in a poppy flower—
Went to sleep in her little green frock,
And the time of the ball was ten o'clock.
Quarter to ten and five to ten
Ticked from the dandelion clock again,
But Fairy Frilly was deaf to all,
And ten was the time of the fairy ball!