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5
THE MISCHIEVOUS FAIRY
As I went into my study,
Where the fire was low but ruddy,
I believed a lady must have left some violets in my room.
I began to seek the beauties
Ere I set about my duties,
When I came upon a Fairy-boy sniff-sniffing in the gloom.
Where the fire was low but ruddy,
I believed a lady must have left some violets in my room.
I began to seek the beauties
Ere I set about my duties,
When I came upon a Fairy-boy sniff-sniffing in the gloom.
He was stationed in a corner,
Like, and yet unlike, Jack Horner,
Just a whimpering little fellow from his fairyland aloof;
And I shouldn't more have wondered
If a crocodile had blundered
Down the chimney, or an elephant had fallen through the roof.
Like, and yet unlike, Jack Horner,
Just a whimpering little fellow from his fairyland aloof;
And I shouldn't more have wondered
If a crocodile had blundered
Down the chimney, or an elephant had fallen through the roof.
In my bosom pit-a-patter
Went my heart (so strange the matter!)
And I quite believe a hair or two rose stiffly on my head;
For it's really rather trying
When you come upon a crying
Little Fairy at a time when Fairy-boys should be in bed.
Went my heart (so strange the matter!)
And I quite believe a hair or two rose stiffly on my head;
For it's really rather trying
When you come upon a crying
Little Fairy at a time when Fairy-boys should be in bed.
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Very soon he told me faintly,
In a voice that sounded quaintly,
How he flew in at a window and enjoyed a lovely jink
Till his parents, who had sought him
In a hundred places, caught him
As he broke my stick of sealing-wax and flung it in the ink.
In a voice that sounded quaintly,
How he flew in at a window and enjoyed a lovely jink
Till his parents, who had sought him
In a hundred places, caught him
As he broke my stick of sealing-wax and flung it in the ink.
So they put him in a corner,
Like, and yet unlike, Jack Horner,
And they told him not to budge an inch till I had found him there;
For they said I ought to strip him
Of his coloured clothes and whip him
Till he promised not to trespass on my table anywhere.
Like, and yet unlike, Jack Horner,
And they told him not to budge an inch till I had found him there;
For they said I ought to strip him
Of his coloured clothes and whip him
Till he promised not to trespass on my table anywhere.
But he looked at me so sweetly
As he cleaned his breast completely
Of the mischief he had done me in his afternoon of play,
That I kissed his mouth, and told him
(For I couldn't bear to scold him)
How I hoped he'd call to see me for a frolic every day!
As he cleaned his breast completely
Of the mischief he had done me in his afternoon of play,
That I kissed his mouth, and told him
(For I couldn't bear to scold him)
How I hoped he'd call to see me for a frolic every day!
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