So be careful not to go far away!
Don’t let the fairies capture you,
Or they’ll make you into a fairy too.
A beautiful fairy you’d surely make,
But your mother’s heart, it would surely break,
So, little Boy-green, stay here and play,
And Mother will not be long away.
[Mother goes out, looking back wistfully now and again at the little boy. When she is out of sight, the boy sits down in the grass with a toy that she has given him. After a pause, a fairy peeps out from behind a distant tree or bush, then another and another, then many—ten or twelve or more—stealing cautiously forward toward the open grassy spot. They begin to sing, very softly:]
