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When the winds of March are wakening The crocuses and crickets, Did you ever find a fairy near Some budding little thickets, A-straightening her golden wings and Combing out her hair? She's there! And when she sees you creeping up To get a closer peek, She tumbles through the daffodils, A-playing hide-and-seek, And creeps into the tulips till You can't find where she's hid? Mine did! Have you ever, ever come across A little toadstool elf A-reading by a firefly lamp And laughing to himself, Or a saucy fairy queen upon Her favorite dragonfly? So've I! It's fun to see a fairy flutter Off a catskin boat, And wrap her fairy baby in A pussywillow coat; Oh, don't you love the fairies And their fairy babies too? I do! |