And bow their branches at a wish;

Of arbours filled with dainty scents

From lovely flowers that never fade;

Bright flies that glitter in the sun

And glow-worms shining in the shade;

And talking birds with gifted tongues

For singing songs and telling tales,

And pretty Dwarfs to show the way

Through Fairy hills and Fairy dales.

But when a bad child goes to bed,