Shadow children, once at night,
I was all tucked up in bed,
Father moon came—such a fright—
Through the window poked his head;
I could see his staring eyes,
O, my dears, I was afraid,
That was not a nice surprise,
And the dreadful noise I made!
Let us make a fairy ring,
Shadow children, hand in hand,
And our songs quite softly sing
That we learned in fairyland.
Shadow children, thin and small,
See, the day is far behind;
And I kiss you—on the wall
On the curtains—on the blind.
A NEW HYMN
Sing a song of men’s pyjamas,
Half-past-six has got a pair,
And he’s wearing them this evening,
And he’s looking such a dear.
Sing a song of frocks with pockets
I have got one, it is so’s
I can use my ’nitial hankies
Every time I blow my nose.