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Good old mother Fairie,
Sitting by your fire,
Have you any little folk
You would like to hire?
I want no chubby drudges
To milk, and churn, and spin,
Nor old mid wrinkled Brownies,
With grizzly beards, and thin;
But patient little people,
With hands of busy care,
And gentle speech, mid loving hearts;
Say, have you such to spare!
They, must be very cunning
To make the future shine
Like leaves, and flowers, and strawberries,
A-growing on one vine.
Good old mother Fairie,
Since my need you know,
Tell me, have you any folk
Wise enough to go?
ALICE CARY
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