. Journeys with fancy through the world fancyTakes me there: just one-two-three;So, perhaps, youll see me peekinThrough your lighted Christmas Tree. One cant tell, such queer things happen-Why, it wasnt long agoWhen I saw such funny peopleIn the mountains, where theres were dancing round and singingWhen the Wind came skipping by:He was kicking up the snow-driftsJust to see the snow-flakes fly. They were little bits o people. And they had the reddest caps. And were just so nice and cheerful— Just the dearest little chaps. And they laughed and kept on singing And a-dancing
. Journeys with fancy through the world fancyTakes me there: just one-two-three;So, perhaps, youll see me peekinThrough your lighted Christmas Tree. One cant tell, such queer things happen-Why, it wasnt long agoWhen I saw such funny peopleIn the mountains, where theres were dancing round and singingWhen the Wind came skipping by:He was kicking up the snow-driftsJust to see the snow-flakes fly. They were little bits o people. And they had the reddest caps. And were just so nice and cheerful— Just the dearest little chaps. And they laughed and kept on singing And a-dancing all the day; For they were my Christmas Wishes Getting ready for the way. And I called the very nicest:Little, red-cheeked, blue-eyed ones;And I whispered to them softlyAnd I gave them butter-buns;And I gathered them right closely,And I held them to my theyd hear what it was saying:And they started with a startThat was really quite amazing—Just as quick as quick could be—On the road to Bouncing Betty,Bouncing Bettys Christmas 52 [ The World Beautiful— Then they just a-kept a-going,Just so very, very nobody else could stop them—While they were a-flying , theyll find you, Bouncing Betty,And theyll reach you, that I know,From my heart, on every Christmas,Just no matter how you grow. OUNE-BUG (When a June-bug settles anywhere with a whack,as June-bugs do, help him to fly away and sing:) t\ IE away, fly away, June-bug, please;Hide yourself, quick. In the evergreen for the fairy With golden comb;Then hie away, fly away Back to your home. Then, in thankfulness for being treated so kindly, he will tellthe fairy your name; and, if you are good and kind, one can nevertell exactly what nice things a fairy will do.
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