And the roses have made the softest carpet
Out of sweet rose-petals, you know;
And the pansies, cushions of purple velvet—
They all love their little Queen so!
And the Butterfly fairies will be there, too,
In their lovely velvet clothes,
With their beautiful wings of orange and black,
And yellow, and purple and rose.
And oh, there are ever so many more—
I can hardly remember them all!
Who're coming to-night—just think of it, Dear,
To dance at the Fairies' ball!
So hurry up, quick, and close your eyes,
For I heard the roses say
That to see the Fairies one must always come
Around by Dreamland way.
THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG
There's someone singing a little song
Out in the garden to-night;
A queer little sleepy, sleepy song,
Out there in the soft moonlight.
And the little song goes "zactly" like this,
Ah—ziz—z—z—zis!
And I wonder who it is that's singing
That little song of Ziz—zis?
There's a queer little frog in the pond out there,
I wonder if it is he?
And is he singing himself to sleep,
Or is he singing to me?