Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, <br />Come and be fed like hens and cocks; <br />Hither and thither with delicate tread, <br />Flutter around me in fairy flocks. <br />Come, little fairies, from far and near; <br />Come, little fairies, I know you can fly; <br />Who can be dear if you are not dear? <br />And who is so fond of a fairy as I? <br /> <br />Fairies, fairies, come if you please, <br />Nod your heads and ruffle your wings, <br />Marching in order or standing at ease, <br />Frolicsome fairies are dear little things! <br />Golden the grain and silver the rice, <br />Pleasant the crumbs from Mama's own bread, <br />Currants pick'd out of the pudding are nice— <br />Fairies, fairies, come and be fed! <br />Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh! <br />Hide by the door—keep very still— <br />I must be gentle, I must speak low, <br />Or frighten the fairies I certainly will. <br />Fairies are easily frighten'd, I know; <br />They are so small, we must pity their fears. <br /> <br />Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh! <br />Coax them and humour them—poor little dears! <br />Fairies, fairies, why don't you come? <br />Fairies, fairies, wherefore delay? <br />In a few minutes I must run home— <br />Cross little creatures! you know I can't stay! <br />See how I scatter your beautiful food— <br />Good little fairies would come when I call; <br />Fairies, fairies, won't you be good? <br />What is the use of my speaking at all?<br /><br />Menella Bute Smedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feeding-the-fairies/
