Because, poor fellow, he’s dead.
All these might you see, as plain as could be,
And many a fairy wight;
But this cannot be, because—don’t you see?—
They’re every one out of sight.
And all that you find there, children and mother,
Have been in some fairy tale or other;
And therefore the good little children all
Are fond of going to Little-doll Hall;
And if you’re a good child, I and you