THE FARIY RING

Evening Post, Volume CXX, Issue 126, 23 November 1935, Page 24

THE FARIY RING

"THE KIND STARS." The?young new moon,! so small ami shy. I Peeped out across the cloudy sky. Ami said, "How mncli there. Is to light! • I hope that I shall da it rlcht." The little stars cried, "Never mind," I (For they were very,; very kind!) I "We'll shine and help you do it —see!" And so they twinkled merrily. Found by "PINKLE--1 PURIt" (11). Mlramnr. "IF." If pots and pans were fco.t and hands, How useful it would lie I The pot would put the kettle on And make the mornIliE tea. And If the brooms and brushes Alone could sweep and dust. Well. Mother would hare lazy times, And nuiids would simply rust 1 [Found 7)y "nosrc kvihy" (0). Brooklyn. "SMILING ELF." Sitting on a toadstool I saw a little elf. IteadinK in the moonHsbt And smiling to himself. I sat and watched him for a while To see what he would do; He earao right* up to me and said, "Hello, and how arc ' I woke up with a start To find it was a dream; And what I thought I saw I really hadn't seen. Found by "TINY TOT" (9). City. "THE LAZY FAIRY." There was a. (polish fairy Who was far too fond of sleep: iAt any moment of the I Into her bed she'd 1 creep. She missed a Christmas party. I A New Year Tarty. ! too; And oner-—you'll scarce I hplli'vn" me — She slept her birthday > • thrniidi!. ' 5 round by " •TirriN ELF" (10). r Brooklyn, y

REVELRY. (Original.) There Is a great bustle in Fairyland (I thought you ought to know). Every year they hold • bhj ball,'' *«• . , To which all the falrle"s go. . The flowers put on frocks of the brightest hue. The fairies look sweet In gowns of blue, The elves come. In jackets of red. With pointed caps on their small heads; The moon shines on their rainbow wings. As they sit on the toad- . stools In one round . ring. They feast on the most delightful spread.. With fairy cake and fairy bread, There are acorn nuts of honey and clew (I wish I was there, don't you?)1 Then Fafrtel waves her silver wand And the dancing begins down by the pond. The moon shines .with Its brightest light. And the grasshoppers play with -all their might. Tho fairies dance the whole night through With, never a thought of me or you. Till the stars grow pale and wan, And the cricket slnss. "The dawn has come." And lo— In a twinkling the fairles went With never a sign as to how the night had been spent. Unless one saw that around the pond there was a beaten track. And scattered on the ground were acorn cups. And one can hear the lonely cry or the little swamp bird. Who from his marsh logs lias seen and beard. And you ask me, How do I know? Well, I watched them once from behind a hedgerow. "LONESOME" (14). "PICNICS." You and 1, just now and Ihen. Picnic In our favourite wood, Or beside Hie river

We nnd weather both But ' the birds and heastles may Gaily picnic every day.

Found by nOREEX WEBLIXG (9) Jliranur,