A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand,
And when a good child goes to
She waves her wand from right to
And makes a circle round her head,
And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbours filled with dainty
From lovely flowers that never fade,
Bright ‘flies that flitter in the sun,
And glow-worms shining in the shade;
And talking birds with gifted
For singing songs and telling tales,
And pretty dwarfs to show the
Through the fairy hills and fairy dales.
