In spring, when the cherry-plum blossom
Lay soft as pink foam in the trees
I saw them descend on the garden
At first, sure, I thought it was bees!

Down where the petals were scattered
Laughing and singing they came
I watched from my window astonished-
The Little Folk playing a game

They swing from the flower laden branches
They twisted and spun on the wing
Their singing was sweeter than silver
As they sang and they danced in a ring

Well! I never saw a sight like it
The Little Folk all at their play
Then pussy ran out from the bushes
And up they all flew - and away!

(poem by Shirley Barber)

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