We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, <br />Of dimensions not gigantic, <br />Though the moonshine mostly keep us, <br />Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. <br /> <br />Stolen sweets are always sweeter, <br />Stolen kisses much completer, <br />Stolen looks are nice in chapels, <br />Stolen, stolen, be your apples. <br /> <br />When to bed the world are bobbing, <br />Then's the time for orchard-robbing; <br />Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling, <br />Were it not for stealing, stealing.<br /><br />James Henry Leigh Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-fairies-robbing-an-orchard/
