. Journeys with fancy through the world hopped on my toe—Oh, this was a good many-Long years looked so bewitching,So neat and so I looked at him once,And I looked at him stood on his head;He kicked out his feet;Then winked his shrewd I made him shuffled and dancedThe real Highland Fling;So I asked him politely,Now wont you please sing?But then the Grin GoblinStood still on my , if youll believe started to growUntil it just seemedIt was Papa who said:Young man, you had betterMarch right off to bed. ©HE Hairy @ONG HERE was a d
. Journeys with fancy through the world hopped on my toe—Oh, this was a good many-Long years looked so bewitching,So neat and so I looked at him once,And I looked at him stood on his head;He kicked out his feet;Then winked his shrewd I made him shuffled and dancedThe real Highland Fling;So I asked him politely,Now wont you please sing?But then the Grin GoblinStood still on my , if youll believe started to growUntil it just seemedIt was Papa who said:Young man, you had betterMarch right off to bed. ©HE Hairy @ONG HERE was a dear little Daffodil Who lived by a brook. By a mumuring brook,By a murmuring brook near a hill. And the Fairies, they came when the night was still And they sang a song to the Daffodil; And the soft, sweet song ran around the hill, In the night that was softly quiet and still. And found my darling quite soundly asleep. In a nice, warm bed that was soft and deep; So the sweet, soft song decided to stay, And my darling found and sang it next Fairy Folk for Little Folk ] H
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