Right at the top a fairy lives,
A lovely yellow one,
And if you blow a little bit
It has all sorts of fun.
It bows and dances by itself
In such a clever way,
And then it stretches very tall;
“Well, it grows fast,” you say.
The little chimney of the house
Is black and really sweet,
And there the candle fairy stands
Though you can’t see its feet.
And when the dark is very big
And you’ve been having dreams,
Then Mother brings the candle in;
How friendly like it seems!
It’s only just for Mothers that
The candle Fairy comes;
And if you play with it, it bites
Your fingers and your thumbs.
But still you love it very much
This candle Fairy, dear,
Because, at night, it always means
That Mother’s very near.
SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED
Little Star, little Star,
Come down quick.
The Moon is a bogey-man;
He’ll eat you certain if he can.
Little Star, little Star,
Come down quick!
Little Star, little Star,
Whisper “Yes.”
The trees are just niggers all,
They look so black, they are so tall.
Little Star, little Star,
Whisper “Yes.”