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This is Fairy's Album. This is Fairy, bright as Spring,Loving every living thingWith a love so sweet and true,That all creatures love her too!This is Fairy, bright as Spring,In Fairy's Album. This is Fairy, wondrous wise,Sunshine laughing in her eyes,Who will prattle on for hoursTo the brooks and trees and flowers,To the birds and butterflies,To all creatures 'neath the skies,Understanding all they sayIn a curious sort of way!This is Fairy, wondrous wise,In Fairy's Album. This is Fairy Fanciful,Never moping, never dull,For her mind is amply storedWith an overflowing hoardOf the tales of fairy times,And of quaint old nursery rhymes,So that she can always findGood companions when inclined!This is Fairy Fanciful,In Fairy's Album.
The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe. This is a rhymeOf ancient timeOf a certain old woman who lived in a shoe,And had so many children she didn't know what to do:Fairy knows her, and says it's true. This is the shoe.And this is the dameWithout a name,Who Lived in the Shoe. These are the children, quite a score—Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—Who worried the dame without a name,Who Lived in the Shoe. This is the broth so weak and thin,With never a bit of bread therein,Made for the children, quite a score—Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—Who worried the dame without a name,Who Lived in the Shoe. This is the stick so long and thick,That followed the broth so weak and thin,With never a bit of bread therein,Made for the children, quite a score—Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—Who worried the dame without a name,Who Lived in the Shoe. This is the bed within the shoe,That the children got in, two by two,Urged by the stick so long and thick,That followed the broth so weak and thin,With never a bit of bread therein,Made for the children, quite a score— Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—Who worried the dame without a name,Who Lived in the Shoe. And this is the end of a tale that is true,Of a wonderful bed in a wonderful shoe,That the children got in, two by two,Urged by the stick so long and thick,That followed the broth so weak and thin,With never a bit of bread therein,Made for the children, quite a score—Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—Who worried the dame without a name,Who Lived in the Shoe.
Fairy's Friends.
These are some of Fairy's Friends.
This is little Miss Bo-Peep,She who often lost her sheep,Went home weeping sore, and foundAll her flock there safe and sound!This is little Miss Bo-Peep—One of Fairy's Friends. This is Jack, and this is Jill,Who went forth their pail to fill,And came tumbling down the hill!Fairy says they do it still,This strange couple—Jack and Jill—And they're Fairy's Friends. This is lazy young Boy-Blue,Dull in all he had to do:Often Fairy and Bo-PeepFound him lying fast asleep,Heedless of his cows and sheep...!