 | Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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TROUBLED
If it were not for fairies, this world would be drear;
(I'm sure there are fairies,—heigh-ho!)
The grass would not tangle,
The bluebells would jangle,
The days would be stupid and queer, you know,
And everything dull if the fairies should go.
(I'm sure they are true,—heigh-ho!)
(I'm sure there are fairies,—heigh-ho!)
The grass would not tangle,
The bluebells would jangle,
The days would be stupid and queer, you know,
And everything dull if the fairies should go.
(I'm sure they are true,—heigh-ho!)
I love to believe in the godmother's mice,
And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, heigh-ho!
And it's cruel in Willy
To call me a silly.
If brothers would only be nice, you know,
Not tease and make fun, all my troubles would go,—
I'd believe in the fairies forever,—heigh-ho!
And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, heigh-ho!
And it's cruel in Willy
To call me a silly.
If brothers would only be nice, you know,
Not tease and make fun, all my troubles would go,—
I'd believe in the fairies forever,—heigh-ho!
| Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge | |