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With wild surprise Four great eyes In two small heads From neighboring beds Looked out—and winked— And glittered and blinked At a very queer sight In the dim dawn-light. As plain as can be A fairy tree Flashes and glimmers And shakes and shimmers. Red, green, and blue Meet their view; Silver and gold Sharp eyes behold; Small moons, big stars; And jams in jars, And cakes and honey And thimbles, and money, Pink dogs, blue cats, Little squeaking rats, And candles, and dolls, And crackers and polls, A real bird that sings, And tokens and favors, And all sorts of things For the little shavers. Four black eyes Grow big with surprise; And then grow bigger When a tiny figure, Jaunty and airy, A fairy! a fairy! From the treetop cries "Open wide! Black Eyes! Come, children, wake now! Your joys you may take now." Quick as you can think, Twenty small toes In four pretty rows, Like little piggies pink, All kick in the air— And before you can wink The tree stands bare! |