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THE DEAREST AUNT
If you were asked to spend a week,
Dear Auntie Nell, in Fairyshire,
When you came home we'd scarcely speak
While sitting round the fire to hear,
Dear Auntie Nell, in Fairyshire,
When you came home we'd scarcely speak
While sitting round the fire to hear,
But stay as silent as the birds
With heads beneath a roof of wings,
And listen to a stream of words
Explaining heaps of fairy things.
With heads beneath a roof of wings,
And listen to a stream of words
Explaining heaps of fairy things.
How pink our cheeks would get! How fine
To run like mad to School and tell
Of how you'd seen a class of nine
Young Fairies hardly fit to spell!
To run like mad to School and tell
Of how you'd seen a class of nine
Young Fairies hardly fit to spell!
And watched a Brownie feed a pet
Almost too small to have a size!
And heard a Goblin's flute, and met
A six-in-hand of dragon-flies.
Almost too small to have a size!
And heard a Goblin's flute, and met
A six-in-hand of dragon-flies.
And seen the fairy fisher-girls
Above the water fly about,
Till suddenly they dipped their curls
And caught a teeny-weeny trout.
Above the water fly about,
Till suddenly they dipped their curls
And caught a teeny-weeny trout.
Dear Auntie Nell, you must not say
You're far too old. It isn't true.
If anyone deserves to stay
A week in Fairyshire, it's you!
You're far too old. It isn't true.
If anyone deserves to stay
A week in Fairyshire, it's you!
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