BRIANA AND THE FAERIES - a story written for me by my LaLa

DREAM FAIRY (Thomas Hood) A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down. She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed, She waves her hand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head. And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish, And trees that bear delicious fruit, And bow their branches at a wish. When the first baby laughed for the first time, The laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, And that was the beginning of fairies. (Sir James Matthews Barrie (1860-1937)) THE FAIRIES Rose Fyleman The fairies have never a penny to spend, They haven't a thing put by, But theirs is the dower of bird and flower And theirs is the earth and sky. And though you should live in a palace of gold Or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, And never as rich. -- Since ever and ever the world began They danced like a ribbon of flame, They have sung their song through the centuries long And yet it is never the same. And though you be foolish or though you be wise, With hair of silver or gold, You can never be as young as the fairies are, And never as old. I'D LOVE TO BE A FAIRY'S CHILD (Robert Graves) Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when they're seven years old. Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild -- I'd love to be a fairy's child. FAIRY SHOES (Annette Wynne) The little shoes that fairies wear Are very small indeed; No larger than a violet bud, As tiny as a seed. The little shoes that fairies wear Are very trim and neat; They leave no tracks behind for those Who search along the street. The little shoes of fairies are So light and soft and small That though a million passed you by You would not hear at all. THE CHILD AND THE FAERIES (Author Unknown) The woods are full of faeries! The trees are all alive; The river overflows with them, See how they dip and dive! What funny little fellows! What dainty little dears! They dance and leap, and prance and peep, And utter fairy cheers! I'd like to tame a fairy, To keep it on a shelf, And dress its little self. I'd teach it pretty manners, It always should say "please", And then you know I'd make it sew, And curtsey with its knees! THE ROAD TO FAIRYLAND (Ernest Thompson Seton) Do you seek the road to Fairyland I'll tell; it's easy, quite. Wait till a yellow moon gets up O'er purple seas by night, And gilds a shining pathway That is sparkling diamond bright Then, if no evil power be nigh To thwart you, out of spite, And if you know the very words To cast a spell of might, You get upon a thistledown, And, if the breeze is right, You sail away to Fairyland Along this track of light. FAIRYLAND (Maud Keary) A Fairy's house stands in a wood, Midst fairy trees and flowers, Where daisies sing like little birds Between the sun and showers, And grasses whisper tiny things About this world of ours. Such flowers are there beside the way, Lilies and hollyhocks: Blow off their stalks to tell the time Tall dandelion clocks; While pansies ring an hourly chime Like a wound music-box. Some day shall we two try to find This strange enchanted place? Go hand in hand through flower-lit woods Where living trees embrace -- And suddenly, as in a dream, Behold a fairy's face! ENCHANTED TULIPS (Maud Keary) Tulips pink and tulips red, sweeter than a flower bed! Tell me mommy, please do say why your tulips look so gay, Why they smell so sweet, and why they bloom on when others die? -- "By the fairies' magic power do my tulips always flower, By the fairies' magic spell do they give so sweet a smell! Tulips, tulips, pink and white, fill the fairies with delight! -- "Fairy women, fairy men, seek my tulips from the glen; Midnight come, they may be heard singing sweet as any bird, Singing their wee babes to rest in the tulips they love best!"