THE LOST FAIRY

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 886, 1 February 1930, Page 35

THE LOST FAIRY

One night into our garden came The fairies sweet and kind; And said; “Please may we look around? There's something we must find.” I guessed wliat they were looking for By words that they let fall—- “ We’ve lost our dear Forget-me-not. The smallest of us all.” They woke up every sleeping flower And hunted in its fold, And made a cloak of fallen leaves In case she might be cold. For they feared perhaps they’d find her So they flew all round the garden Calling; “Sweet Forget-me-not.” Then they cried, and I felt sorry, And said I'd help them look. I’d remembered an old bird’s nest • ! In such a cosy nook. So I told them all about it; We hurried to the place; And there the smallest fairy slept With the tears still on her face. j There was very great rejoicing; They shook me by the hand. And said: “When you are down our way, Bo visit Fairyland.” I said ’twas cold, and I must go. They said the sweetest things: And back in bed I still could hear The rustling of their wings. The. grown-ups said I dreamt It: But, no, I'm sure it’s true— The fairies’ tears were there next day (Though grown-ups called it dew). They said there’d been a lot of wind Through nearly all the night. I guess ’twas fairies’ wings they heard. Now, don’t you think I'm right?