THE FAIRY'5 might SONGr 
T 'M not so lazy as I look. 
Sitting in this woodland nook ; 
For, from rising of the sun 
Till the restless day was done, 
There was work cut out for me. 
Kept me busy as a bee — 
Wiping dewdrops from the grass. 
So that folk dryshod might pass ; 
Cracking seeds and guiding shoots. 
Bearing warmth to ripening fruits. 
Opening buds and tinting flowers. 
Sprinkling thirsty land with showers ; 
Teaching baby butterflies 
How to mount up toward the skies. 
And the brooklet how to sing — 
These and many another thing 
I've been doing. That is why. 
When the dark comes in the sky 
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