“The spark was myself, and I thought, Well-a-day!
It’s hard to be judged in that impudent way.
But stuck to my labours, and shortly, you know,
Had warmed up the coals to a beautiful glow.
“I called from their slumbers, the fairies of flame,
And out on the carpet they merrily came,
And up all the curtains, a marvel to view,
They climbed as no others are able to do.
“They peeped in the corners where shadows lay hid,
And chuckled: ‘We’ve found you! Come out!’ and they did.