A Faery Song
by ~ Elizabeth T. Dillingham~
 
Buttercups in the sunshine
look like little cups of gold.
Perhaps the Faeries come to drink
the raindrops that they hold.
The daisies with their golden hearts
fringed all about with white,
Are little plates for Faerie fold
to sup from every night.

Soft moss a downy pillow makes,
and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep
until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby,
the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright,
Sleep, Faeries all,
Good Night.



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