Do you see those cunning little white clouds
Floating right up there in the sky?
Just guess, if you can, what those little white clouds
Are going to do by and by.
And you see the shining bright stars way up there,
And the little wee baby ones, too?
Well, the big bright stars are the Mamas, you know,
And what do you s'pose they do?
Well, all of those little wee baby stars
Are sleepy as they can be.
So they must be put all snug in their beds,
And covered up nice, you see.
And those little white clouds floating up in the sky,
Are the dear little covers that go
On the wee little beds of the baby stars,
To keep them all warm, you know.
THE FAIRIES' BALL
Listen, Dearie! What do you suppose I've just heard
Over in the Arbor there,
Where the roses are nodding and whispering low,
All in the soft evening air?
Why, the Fairies are coming to have a dance
Right in our Garden, Dear!
For this is Mid-summer Night, you know,
The Elfin time of the year.