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SILVERWIG'S SIGHT
There's often a rustling by pansy and pink,
But what it is rustles I never can think;
I hear it and hear it and hear it all day,
And Silverwig says it's the fairies at play.
But what it is rustles I never can think;
I hear it and hear it and hear it all day,
And Silverwig says it's the fairies at play.
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Now Silverwig's really a very wise boy,
He kisses and strokes the carnations with joy,
And says he can hear all the fairy folks sing
At Puss-in-the-Corner or Kiss-in-the Ring.
He kisses and strokes the carnations with joy,
And says he can hear all the fairy folks sing
At Puss-in-the-Corner or Kiss-in-the Ring.
They lurk in Sweet-Williams, they crouch in the cloves,
They giggle in blooms looking strangely like gloves;
They bend behind pansies, scarce daring to wink,
While He searches fuschia and violet and pink.
They giggle in blooms looking strangely like gloves;
They bend behind pansies, scarce daring to wink,
While He searches fuschia and violet and pink.
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In hues of the rainbow they seek and they hide,
Some peeping from lilies, some curling inside;
So Silverwig says, and perhaps he is right,
For never were eyes so enchanted and bright!
Some peeping from lilies, some curling inside;
So Silverwig says, and perhaps he is right,
For never were eyes so enchanted and bright!
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