Bud, come here to your uncle a spell, <br />And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell-- <br />For it's a secret and shore-'nuf true, <br />And maybe I oughtn't to tell it to you--! <br />But out in the garden, under the shade <br />Of the apple-trees, where we romped and played <br />Till the moon was up, and you thought I'd gone <br />Fast asleep--, That was all put on! <br />For I was a-watchin' something queer <br />Goin' on there in the grass, my dear--! <br />'Way down deep in it, there I see <br />A little dude-Fairy who winked at me, <br />And snapped his fingers, and laughed as low <br />And fine as the whine of a mus-kee-to! <br />I kept still-- watchin' him closer-- and <br />I noticed a little guitar in his hand, <br />Which he leant 'ginst a little dead bee-- and laid <br />His cigarette down on a clean grass-blade, <br />And then climbed up on the shell of a snail-- <br />Carefully dusting his swallowtail-- <br />And pulling up, by a waxed web-thread, <br />This little guitar, you remember. I said! <br />And there he trinkled and trilled a tune--, <br />'My Love, so Fair, Tans in the Moon!' <br />Till presently, out of the clover-top <br />He seemed to be singing to, came k'pop! <br />The purtiest, daintiest Fairy face <br />In all this world, or any place! <br />Then the little ser'nader waved his hand, <br />As much as to say, 'We'll excuse you!' and <br />I heard, as I squinted my eyelids to, <br />A kiss like the drip of a drop of dew!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-home-made-fairy-tale/
