A HOME-MADE FAIRY

Evening Star, Issue 21974, 9 March 1935, Page 5

A HOME-MADE FAIRY

Bud, come here to your uncle a spell, And I’ll tell you something you musn t For it’s a secret and shore ’nuf true, And maybe I oughtn’t to tell it to yOU But out in the garden, under the shade Of the apple trees, where we romped and played Till the Moon was up, and you thought I’d gone ' Fast asleep. That was all put on! For I was a-watchm’ something quoer Goin’ on there in the grass, my dear! ’Way down deep in it, there I see A little dude-Fairy who winked at me. And snapped his fingers, and laughed fts low . , , , , And fine as the whine of a mus-kee-to. I kept still —watchin’ him closer—and I noticed -a little guitar in his hand, Which he leant ’ginst a little dead bee, and laid His cigarette down on a clean grasshlade, ■ , „ , And then climbed up on the shell ot a snail— . Carefully dusting his swallow-tail— And pulling up, by a waxed web-thread. This little guitar, you remember, I said! , , , And here he trinkled and trilled a tune: u My love, so Fair, Tans in. the Moon! Till, presently, out of the clover-top, He seemed to be singing to, came, k’pop! The purtiest, daintiest Fairy face In all this world, or any place! Then the little ser-nader waved his hand, „ _ ~, As much as to say: We 1J excuse you!” and . I heard, as I squinted my eyelids to, A kiss like the drip of a drop of dew!