The Fairy Man~ Cradle-Song
A Fairy Went A-Marketing~ The Elf and the Doormouse
Minnie and Winnie~ hist whist
The Little Land~ Fairy Food - A Kingly Feast
The Mermaid~ A Faery Song

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The Fairy Man
by Mary Gilmore

It was, it was a fairy man
Who came to town to-day;
"I'll make a cake for sixpence
If you will pay, will pay."

I paid him with a sixpence,
And with a penny too;
He made a cake of rainbows,
And baked it in the dew.

The stars he caught for raisins,
The sun for candied peel,
The moon he broke for spices
And ground it on a wheel.
He stirred the cake with sunbeams,
And mixed it faithfully
With all the happy wishings
That come to you and me.

He iced it with a moonbeam,
He patterned it with play,
And spinkled it with star dust
From off the Milky Way.

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Cradle-Song
by Sarojini Naidu

From grooves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew,
A lovely little dream.

Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-flies
Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppy-bole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream.

Dear eyes, good-night,
In golden light
The stars around you gleam;
On you I press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream.

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A Fairy Went a-Marketing
by Rose Fyleman

A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she sat in wonderment
And watched its silver gleam,
And then she gently took it up
And slipped it in a stream.

A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a colored bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat beside its painted cage
And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.

A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon
With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.

A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears,
Thanked it, and let it go.

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The Elf and the Dormouse
by Oliver Herford

Under a toadstool
Crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain
To shelter himself.

Under the toadstool,
Sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse
All in a heap.

Trembled the wee Elf,
Frightened, and yet
Fearing to fly away
Lest he got wet.

To the next shelter -
Maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf
Smiled a wee smile.

Tugged till the toadstool
Toppled in two.
Holding it over him,
Gaily he flew.

Soon he was safe home,
Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse -
"Good gracious me

Where is my toadstool?"
Loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas
First were invented.

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Minnie and Winnie
by alfred, Lord Tennyson

Minnie and Winnie slept in a shell,
Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well.

Pink was the shell within, silver without;
Sounds of the great sea wandered about.

Sleep, little ladies! Wake not soon!
Echo on echo dies to the moon.

Two bright stars peeped into the shell.
"What are they dreaming of? Who can they tell?"

Started a green linnet out of the croft;
Wake, little ladies! The sun is aloft.

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hist whist
by e.e. cummings

histwhist
little ghostthings
tip-toe
twinkle-toe

little twitchy
witches and tingling
goblins
hob-a-nobhob-a-nob

little hoppy happy
toad in tweeds
tweeds
little itchy mousies

with scuttling
eyesrustle and runand
hidehidehide
whisk

whisklook out for the old woman
with the wart on her nose
what she'll do to yer
nobody knows

for she nows the devilooch
the devilouch
the devil
achthe great

green
dancing
devil
devil

devil
devil

wheeEEE

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The Little Land
by Robert Louis Stevenson

When at home alone I sit,
And am very tired of it,
I have just to sheet my eyes
To go sailing throught the skies -
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the Little People are;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships,
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High overhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.

In that forest to and fro
I can wander, I can go;
See the spider and the fly,
And the ants go marching by,
Carrying parcels with their feet
Down the green and grassy street.
I can in the sorrel sit
Where the ladybird alit.
I can climb the jointed grass,
And on high
See the greater swallows pass
In the sky,
And round the sun rolling by
Heeding no such things as I.

Through that forest I can pass
Till, as in a looking-glass
Humming fly and daisy tree
And my tiny self I see,
Painted very clear and neat
On the rain-pool at my feet.
Should a leaflet come to land
Drifting near to where I stand,
Straight I'll board that tiny boat
Round the rain-pool sea to float.
Little thoughtful creatures sit
On the grassy coasts of it;
Little things with lovely eyes
See me sailing with surprise.
Some are clad in armour green -
(These have sure to battle been!) -
Some are pied with ev'ry hue,
Black and crimson, gold and blue;
Some have wings and swift are gone;
But they all look kindly on.
When my eyes I once again
Open, and see all things plain:
High bare walls, great bare floor;
Great big knobs on drawer and door;
Great big people perched on chairs,
Stitching tucks and mending tears.
Each a hill that I could climb,
And talking nonsense all the time -
O dear me,
That I could be
A sailor on the rain-pool sea,
A climber in the clover tree,
And just come back, a sleepy-head,
Late at night to go to bed.

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Fairy Food - A Kingly Feast
by Robert Herrick

A little mushroome table spread,
After short prayers, they set on bread;
A Moon-parcht grain of purest wheat,
With some small gilt'ring gritt, to eate
His choyce bitts with; then in a trice
They make a feast lesse great than nice.

And now, we must imagine first,
The Elves present to quench his thirst
A pure seed-Pearle of Infant dew,
Brought and besweetened in a blew
And pregnant violet; which done,
His kitling eyes begin to runne
Quite through the table, where he spies
The hornes of paperie Butterflies,
Of which he eates, and tastes a little
Of that we call the Cuckoes spittle.
A little Fuz-ball pudding stands
By, yet not blessed by his hands,
That was too coorse; but then forthwith
He ventures bodly on the pith
Of sugred Rush, and eates the sagge
And well bestrutted Bees sweet Bagge:
Gladding his pallet with some store
Of Emits eggs; what wo'd he more?
But Beards of Mice, a Newt's stew'd thigh,
A bloated Earlwig, and a Flie;
With the red-capt worme, that's shut
Within the concave of a Nut,
Browne as his Tooth. A little Moth,
Late fatned in a piece of cloth:
With withered cherries; Mandrakes eares;
Moles eyes; to these, the slain - Stag's teares;
The unctuous dewlaps of a snaile;
The brake-heart of a Nightingale
Ore-come in musicke; with a wine,
Ne're navisht from the flattering Vine,
But gently prest from the soft side
Of the most sweet and dainty Bride,
Brought in a dainty daizie, which
He fully quaffs up to bewitch
His blood to height; this done, commended
Grace by his Priest; The feast is ended.

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The Mermaid
by W.B. Yeats

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in creuel happiness
That even lovers drown.

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A Faery Song
by W.B. Yeats
Sung by the people of faery over Diarmuid and Grania,
in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.

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