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<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 62928 ***</div>
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<h2>CHILD WHISPERS</h2>
<h4>By</h4>
<h3>ENID BLYTON</h3>
<h4>LONDON</h4>
<h4>J. SAVILLE & CO. LIMITED</h4>
<h5>EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHERS,</h5>
<h4>5, GOWER STREET, W.C.I</h4>
<h5>1923</h5>
<hr class="r5" />
<h5>DEDICATED TO FOUR LITTLE BROTHERS</h5>
<h4>DAVID, BRIAN, PETER<br />
AND JOHN</h4>
<hr class="r5" />
<h4>CONTENTS</h4>
<p><a href="#PREFACE">Preface</a><br />
<a href="#ROSAMUNDA">Rosamunda</a><br />
<a href="#DISAPPOINTMENT">Disappointment</a><br />
<a href="#ON_STRIKE">On Strike</a><br />
<a href="#FAIRY_SIGHT">Fairy Sight</a><br />
<a href="#A_FAIRY_NECKLACE">A Fairy Necklace</a><br />
<a href="#PAYING_A_CALL">Paying a Call</a><br />
<a href="#BEFORE_BREAKFAST">Before Breakfast</a><br />
<a href="#GOBLINS">Goblins</a><br />
<a href="#THE_FAIRYS_BEDTIME">The Fairy’s Bedtime</a><br />
<a href="#POPPIES">Poppies</a><br />
<a href="#A_QUEER_BUTTERFLY">A Queer Butterfly</a><br />
<a href="#LOVELY_FROCKS">Lovely Frocks</a><br />
<a href="#THE_JOLLY_WIND">The Jolly Wind</a><br />
<a href="#THE_WITCHS_BALLOONS">The Witch’s Balloons</a><br />
<a href="#FAIRY_MUSIC">Fairy Music</a><br />
<a href="#THE_LITTLE_FOLK_ON_THE_HILL">The Little Folk on the Hill</a><br />
<a href="#THE_MOON_AT_TEA-TIME">The Moon at Tea-Time</a><br />
<a href="#APRIL">April</a><br />
<a href="#THE_SILENT_POOL">The Silent Pool</a><br />
<a href="#THIS_AFTERNOON">This Afternoon</a><br />
<a href="#THE_FEELING">The “Feeling”</a><br />
<a href="#THE_NAUGHTY_GNOME">The Naughty Gnome</a><br />
<a href="#SIX_OCLOCK">Six o’clock</a><br />
<a href="#THE_IMPS_MISTAKE">The Imp’s Mistake</a><br />
<a href="#PUT_TO_BED">Put to Bed</a><br />
<a href="#THE_MERRY_BREEZE">The Merry Breeze</a><br />
<a href="#AN_ACCIDENT">An Accident</a><br />
<a href="#A_HAPPY_ENDING">A Happy Ending</a></p>
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<h4><a id="PREFACE">PREFACE</a></h4>
<p>The children of nowadays are different in
many of their likes and dislikes, from the
children of ten years ago. This change of
attitude is noticeable as much in the world of
children’s poetry as it is in other things.</p>
<p>In my experience of teaching I have found
the children delight in two distinct types of
verses. These are the humorous type and the
imaginative poetical type—but the humour
must be from the child’s point of view and not
from the “grown-up’s”—a very different
thing. And the imagination in the second
type of poem must be clear and whimsical,
otherwise the appeal fails and the child does
not respond.</p>
<p>As I found a lack of suitable poems of the
types I wanted, I began to write them myself
for the children under my supervision, taking,
in many cases, the ideas, humorous or whimsical,
of the children themselves, as the theme
of the poems. Finding them to be successful,
I continued, until the suggestion was made to
me that many children, other than those in
my own school, might enjoy hearing and
learning the poems. Accordingly this collection
of verses is put forward in the hope that
it will be a source of sincere enjoyment to the
little people of the world.</p>
<p style="margin-left: 60%;">ENID BLYTON.
</p>
<hr class="r5" />
<h4><a id="ROSAMUNDA">ROSAMUNDA</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In the garden very early<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rosamunda’s walking,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to her surprise she hears<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lots of fairies talking.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She looks around but cannot see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where they can be hiding;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not on any butterfly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor bee, are they a-riding.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She goes to where the tulips grow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And finds a sight of wonder,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For out pop fairy elves and say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Good-morning, Rosamunda!”</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="DISAPPOINTMENT">DISAPPOINTMENT</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Once I found a fairy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In my cup of tea.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was nearly drowned<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wet as wet could be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I picked her out and dried her<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And asked her if she’d stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“Oh, no,” she said, “<i>I mustn’t</i>,”<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And off she flew away.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="ON_STRIKE">ON STRIKE</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My dollies are so naughty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I’m afraid they’ve gone on strike;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They won’t let me undress them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But just do what they like.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They say they want a penny<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To spend on Saturday,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’less I let them have it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They’ll not join in my play.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I can’t let them behave so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They’ll never grow up right—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I know they will be sorry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When I don’t kiss them good-night.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="FAIRY_SIGHT">FAIRY SIGHT</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If you want to see a fairy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the middle of the night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wrap the blanket round you,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shut your eyes up tight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say “Akral dafarray!”<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And open your right eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And (if you’ve been a good child)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fairy flutters by!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="A_FAIRY_NECKLACE">A FAIRY NECKLACE</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The rain had rained all morning,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then the sun shone fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the garden glittered<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With raindrops everywhere!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There were raindrops on the grasses,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And raindrops on the trees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And how they shook and shivered,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like diamonds, in the breeze!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And oh, I saw a fairy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come flying right by me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She shook a score of raindrops,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From off the hazel tree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She slung them on a spider’s thread,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A necklace made of rain!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She clasped them round her little neck,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And off she flew again!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="PAYING_A_CALL">PAYING A CALL</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I put on my hat with the band of blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And my frock with the frilly lace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I took my sunshade, and held it up,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To keep the sun off my face.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I thought I’d go calling like Mother does,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And have pretty cakes for tea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sit on the edge of a chair and talk<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a tea-cup on my knee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I walked all along the sunny road,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till I came to Mrs. Leroy’s.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I climbed the steps, and I rang the bell—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It made such a jangley noise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then I suddenly felt afraid,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And couldn’t think what I would say<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When they opened the door—so I jumped<br /></span>
<span class="i3">the steps,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I ran back home all the way.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nurse saw me coining in my best frock,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And oh, how she scolded me!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that’s why I’m wearing an overall now,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And not having jam for tea.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="BEFORE_BREAKFAST">BEFORE BREAKFAST</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I go round the garden early, when the grass is<br /></span>
<span class="i3">bright with dew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I have to put goloshes on my feet.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll tell you all I do there, right away from<br /></span>
<span class="i3">people’s view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When the world is half-awake and very<br /></span>
<span class="i3">sweet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I shake the lady hollyhocks to make the bees<br /></span>
<span class="i3">fly out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I see how much they’ve grown since<br /></span>
<span class="i3">yesterday.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pop the fattest fuchsia buds, if gardener’s<br /></span>
<span class="i3">not about,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I blow the dandelion clocks away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I smell the honeysuckle and the lavender as<br /></span>
<span class="i3">well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I take the rose-leaves fallen down beyond;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They’re pink and white and beautiful, just like<br /></span>
<span class="i3">a fairy shell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I save them up for sailing on the pond.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I stand upon the mossy wall, and smell the<br /></span>
<span class="i3">new mown hay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I feel the wind that blows the clouds<br /></span>
<span class="i3">along;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think there never, <i>never</i> could be such a<br /></span>
<span class="i3">lovely day—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then, I hear that horrid breakfast gong!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="GOBLINS">GOBLINS</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I am cross as I can be, and nothing’s<br /></span>
<span class="i2">ever right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Mummy says there’s naughty goblins,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">hiding out of sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who try to make me do what’s wrong, and try<br /></span>
<span class="i2">to make me bad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They like me to forget things, and make other<br /></span>
<span class="i2">people sad.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I’ve never found them anywhere, I don’t know<br /></span>
<span class="i2">where to look,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ve only seen them in the pages of my<br /></span>
<span class="i2">picture-book,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But oh, I’m <i>sure</i> they’re all about in<br /></span>
<span class="i2">everybody’s house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Little creepy-crawley things, as quiet as a<br /></span>
<span class="i2">mouse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When cook forgets to put the sugar in the<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sunday cake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gardener breaks the barrow-wheel, and<br /></span>
<span class="i2">loses Daddie’s rake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Nurse is very cross indeed, and won’t let<br /></span>
<span class="i2">me go out,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I always know those nasty little goblins are<br /></span>
<span class="i2">about.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I play next-door with Peter, and there’s<br /></span>
<span class="i2">goblins even there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Altho’ it’s such a lovely house, I can’t think<br /></span>
<span class="i2">how they dare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But often Peter’s Daddie is as grumpy as can<br /></span>
<span class="i2">be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All over nothing, so the goblins must be there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">you see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Whenever things go very wrong, I hide myself<br /></span>
<span class="i2">away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To try and see those goblins, and I’m sure I<br /></span>
<span class="i2">shall some day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if they bother you at all, you try and<br /></span>
<span class="i2">catch them, too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And <i>will</i> you save them up for me to look at,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">if you do?</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_FAIRYS_BEDTIME">THE FAIRY’S BEDTIME</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Just before they go to bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fairy babes are told<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sit upon their toadstools, and<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be as good as gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So down they sit, all in a ring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It’s supper-time, they know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For look, their little acorn cups<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are standing in a row.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A fairy fills the little cups,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With dew and honey sweet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gives one to each little babe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With something nice to eat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then off into the trees they fly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And curl themselves up tight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inside a leaf that’s soft and warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And there they sleep all night.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="POPPIES">POPPIES</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Up the lane behind our house<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A little hill you climb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And at the top on either side<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There is in Summer time—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A cornfield waving in the wind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where poppies shake their head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And peep at you between the corn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A glowing dancing red—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll tell you what I did one day<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When nurse was cross with me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pulled my hair back in a plait,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As tight as tight could be—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I crept up to the swaying corn<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in the poppies there<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sat down by myself, and then<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I undid all my hair!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I picked some gleaming poppies red,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The biggest I could find,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wound them tightly in my curls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And some hung down behind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I walked about so very grand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till it began to rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When one by one the poppies fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I went home again.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="A_QUEER_BUTTERFLY">A QUEER BUTTERFLY</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I caught a lovely butterfly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Marianna’s net.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It was the sweetest blue and gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The prettiest I’d seen yet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Marianna came and said<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The butterfly should be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not mine, but <i>hers</i>, because the net<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Belonged to her, not me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We quarrelled hard, and didn’t stop,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Until my frock was torn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then she pointed down to where<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The net lay, on the lawn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The butterfly was creeping out<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And spread its wings of blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then <i>stood up</i>, just fancy that!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You’d hardly think it true!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We saw then what it really was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fairy, come to play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all because we quarrelled so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She fluttered right away.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="LOVELY_FROCKS">LOVELY FROCKS</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In my Mummy’s wardrobe, there are lots of<br /></span>
<span class="i3">lovely frocks,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know because I’ve seen them hanging<br /></span>
<span class="i3">there;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s purple, and there’s orange, and a frilly<br /></span>
<span class="i3">one of blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And a yellow that is shiny like her hair.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The satin frocks make Mummy look just like a<br /></span>
<span class="i3">fairy Queen—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she can’t cuddle me at all in those—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when she wears a silken frock, it rustles<br /></span>
<span class="i3">like the trees—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But I can’t kiss her ’cos I spoils the bows.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And tho’ I love her pretty dresses, ’cos she<br /></span>
<span class="i3">looks so grand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What I like really best of all to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is when she’s in the garden, wearing <i>just</i> an<br /></span>
<span class="i3">overall—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And comes to romp and play about with me.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_JOLLY_WIND">THE JOLLY WIND</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Hurrah!” says the wind, as he sweeps along,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Three cheers for the sun to-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just look at him shining away in the sky!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Do come along, children, and play!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I’ll fly your kites on the top of the hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I’ll spin the old weather-cock round!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll send your boats sailing away down the<br /></span>
<span class="i2">stream,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till bump! they have all come aground!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come along while I turn the old windmill about,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hear how it groans and it creaks;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just see how I tweak off your bonnets and caps,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hear all the laughter and shrieks!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I’ll make you run faster than ever before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I’ll spin you around and about!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, hurry up, children, and come out of school,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hurrah!” says the wind, with a shout!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_WITCHS_BALLOONS">THE WITCH’S BALLOONS</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Opposite the nursery sat a woman old and<br /></span>
<span class="i2">brown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should think she was the very oldest person<br /></span>
<span class="i2">in the town,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She sold balloons to children as they passed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">her corner there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was very cross and horrid and she had a<br /></span>
<span class="i2">nasty stare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I looked at her one morning, on a very<br /></span>
<span class="i2">windy day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And she saw me and she stared at me in such<br /></span>
<span class="i2">a nasty way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I felt afraid, and certain sure that she must be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">a witch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And keep all sorts of stolen treasures hidden<br /></span>
<span class="i2">in a ditch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as I looked at her, and she was staring up<br /></span>
<span class="i2">at me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I saw a fairy flying low from out the chestnut<br /></span>
<span class="i2">tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She held a little knife, and oh, she cut the<br /></span>
<span class="i2">strings right through,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That held the big balloons together, then away<br /></span>
<span class="i2">she flew!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And off went all the purple ones and off went<br /></span>
<span class="i2">all the pink,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A-flying in the air as high as ever you could<br /></span>
<span class="i2">think,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Around the chimney pots, and right away up<br /></span>
<span class="i2">in the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until they bumped into the clouds, a-sailing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">slowly by.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then I looked to see what that old woman<br /></span>
<span class="i2">had to say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But there wasn’t any sign of her, she’d<br /></span>
<span class="i2">vanished right away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She <i>must</i> have been a wicked witch, and by<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the fairies slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For tho’ I’ve looked each morning, she has<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>never</i> come again.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="FAIRY_MUSIC">FAIRY MUSIC</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I found a little fairy flute<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath a harebell blue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sat me down upon the moss<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And blew a note or two.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as I blew the rabbits came<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around me in the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And little mice and velvet moles<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came creeping, one by one.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A swallow perched upon my head,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A robin on my thumb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The thrushes sang in tune with me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bees began to hum.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I loved to see them all around<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wished they’d always stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When down a little fairy flew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>snatched</i> my flute away!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then the swallow fluttered off,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gone were all the bees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rabbits ran, and I was left<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alone among the trees!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_LITTLE_FOLK_ON_THE_HILL">THE LITTLE FOLK ON THE HILL</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Right on the top of the Feraling Hill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There’s a queer little seat made of stone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sometimes I climb up the heathery slope.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sit in the wind all alone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nobody knows why the little seat’s there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(It’s almost too tiny for me)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I love to squeeze into it on a clear day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And look over the hills to the sea.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sometimes I’ve sat there and heard funny<br /></span>
<span class="i3">sounds<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And voices, and tho’ I’ve kept still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ve only seen one of the queer Little Folk<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I <i>know</i> live inside of the hill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For once I came quietly up to the stone—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on it sat one of the Folk!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was looking across all the hills to the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But he vanished away when I spoke.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And that’s how <i>I</i> know why the little seat’s<br /></span>
<span class="i3">there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And why it’s small even for me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Folk put it there in the wind, for <i>they love</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To look over the hills to the sea.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_MOON_AT_TEA-TIME">THE MOON AT TEA-TIME</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I was playing in the meadow, where there’s<br /></span>
<span class="i2">not a single tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was throwing bits of sorrel at a fat old<br /></span>
<span class="i2">bumble-bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then—I just looked up to see the clouds<br /></span>
<span class="i2">go sailing by—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And oh, I saw the <i>moon</i>, in daytime! and I<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>can’t</i> think why!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Such funny things keep happ’ning, and<br /></span>
<span class="i2">they’ve happened all to-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First, I found a weeny mouse, all cuddled in<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the hay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then at home we’ve got a baby, from <i>I</i> don’t<br /></span>
<span class="i2">know where!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now I find the moon at <i>tea-time</i>, sitting in<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the air!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I’m sure it’s wrong, because the Bible says it’s<br /></span>
<span class="i2">meant for night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And look, it hides behind the clouds—it knows<br /></span>
<span class="i2">it isn’t right.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now there it comes! Oh, silly moon, you make<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the sun look fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Cos bumping up against the clouds has<br /></span>
<span class="i2">rubbed off all <i>your</i> shine!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="APRIL">APRIL</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, April brings the cuckoo-bird, and April<br /></span>
<span class="i2">brings the rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">April hangs a hundred sunny raindrops in the<br /></span>
<span class="i2">lane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She can wash the sky with woolly clouds of<br /></span>
<span class="i2">purest white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gaily dress it up in rainbows, curving out<br /></span>
<span class="i2">of sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, April hangs the chestnut trees with spires<br /></span>
<span class="i2">of white and pink,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And kisses all the primroses along the river’s<br /></span>
<span class="i2">brink,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She peeps into the tiny nests where eggs are<br /></span>
<span class="i2">hidden well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And searches out the purple violets growing in<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the dell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, April swings the apple blossom, sweet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">against the sky<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And chases all the bob-tail rabbits scuttling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">gaily by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She dances with the meadow cowslips, drooping<br /></span>
<span class="i2">heads of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, April is the sweetest month that any year<br /></span>
<span class="i2">can hold!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_SILENT_POOL">THE SILENT POOL</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Away in the wood where it’s dark,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There’s a pool that is purplish green,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With whispering rushes around,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That murmur of things they have seen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I once lay and listened all night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And heard why the pool lies alone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not even a fairy goes near<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And only the sad rushes moan.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I heard how there once lived a witch,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who weaved wicked spells night and day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And used the pool’s purplish deeps<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For things which I wouldn’t dare say.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then one day she vanished and went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And never was seen any more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But silent and still lay the pool,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And darker than ever before.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No fairy knows what the pool holds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And none guesses what secrets lie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hid safely away in its deeps,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But shuddering, all pass it by.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Take heed when you go through the wood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pass where the pool lies alone—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not even a fairy goes near,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And only the sad rushes moan!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THIS_AFTERNOON">THIS AFTERNOON</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This afternoon is very hot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the sky is blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The busy bees are humming loud,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They have a lot to do.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I want to go out in the fields<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where all the daisies grow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And watch the little breezes bend<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The grasses to and fro.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I want to watch the butterflies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hear the cuckoo call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’d cuckoo back to see if he<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would answer me at all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The buttercups are shaking gold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the dry brown earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shiny beetles race along<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The ground, for all they’re worth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I want to lie down on the grass<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And look up at the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It looks so queer and far away<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wonderfully high.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It’s such a lovely afternoon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With lovely things to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, <i>why</i> must I in my best frock<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be taken out to tea?</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_FEELING">THE “FEELING”</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Inside of me there’s a Feeling lives,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That wakes when I see a rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or the snow, or sunshine, or daisy fields;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It wakes for a time—and then goes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I suddenly see the rainbow shine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Right over the sky so wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the sunshine gleams thro’ the pouring rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I get that “Feeling” inside.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I get out of bed on a winter’s morn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And look thro’ my window pane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And find the snow on the trees and fields,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I get the Feeling again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When a great big wave comes sweeping up<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On a stormy and windy tide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And crashes against the rocks in spray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I get the Feeling inside.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I once told Nannie just how I felt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But I’m not going to tell her again.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>She</i> didn’t know at all what I meant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She called my Feeling a <i>pain!</i></span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_NAUGHTY_GNOME">THE NAUGHTY GNOME</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A little gnome in Fairyland<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Once found a pot of glue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he of course began to think<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What mischief he could do!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He smeared the toadstools, one and all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereon the fairies sat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And oh, how cross they were to find<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A naughty trick like that!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He dropped some glue upon the grass,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To catch the fairies’ feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When there came by the Fairy King<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Queen with all their suite.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The King walked straight upon the glue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And found he couldn’t stir!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then came the frightened gnome, and cried,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Oh, please have mercy, Sir!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I didn’t mean to catch <i>your</i> feet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within my sticky glue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But please forgive me and I’ll find<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some better thing to do!”<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I’ll pardon you,” the King replied,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“But harken what I say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go, use your glue on <i>chestnut</i> buds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To keep the frost away.”<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So in the chestnuts every spring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The gnome works all day long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if you touch a bud, you’ll find<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His glue is <i>very</i> strong!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="SIX_OCLOCK">SIX O’CLOCK</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We always wake at six o’clock,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Nurse is still asleep;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s hidden under all the clothes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her breathes are loud and deep.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We mustn’t talk till seven strikes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so we just turn round<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hear the milk-carts going by,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They have a tinny sound.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I look up at the ceiling, and<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I count the cracks I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the flies upon the wall;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Once there were <i>twenty-three!</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Teddie pulls out feathers from<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The eiderdown, and blows<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all his might, to make them drop<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On top of Nurse’s nose.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I breathe on all the brassy nobs<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That feel so very cold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They go quite dull till Teddie rubs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And makes them shine like gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now I’ve told you all these things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If you wake early, too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mustn’t talk till seven strikes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>You’ll</i> know just what to do.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_IMPS_MISTAKE">THE IMP’S MISTAKE</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As Anna slept beside the fire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An imp as black as soot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Came down the chimney in a bound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And landed by her foot!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He looked at her black shining shoe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A frown came on his face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He thought it was a piece of coal<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A-tumbled from its place!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And so he started tugging hard<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To put it back again<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the fire, when Anna woke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gave a cry of pain!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“You naughty little imp,” she cried,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Just leave my foot alone!”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in a trice the imp had jumped<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And up the chimney flown!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So when you’re sitting by the fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It’s better, on the whole,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To keep awake, in case that imp<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should think <i>your</i> shoes are coal!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="PUT_TO_BED">PUT TO BED</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The sun is shining hot and bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The gardener’s mowing grass,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s doing it with all his might,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I hear his footsteps pass.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nurse put me here in bed alone<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because I’ve not been good;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think her heart is hard as stone—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I didn’t think she would.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I haven’t been so very bad,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I’ll tell you what I’ve done.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I took a pencil that I had,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A lovely orange one.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I drew a splendid pattern round<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The dining room and hall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And trees that grew up from the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Right up the nursery wall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I’d started on a giant’s head,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know just how they’re made,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Nurse came in, so cross and red,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It made me feel afraid.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I never had behaved, she said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So wickedly before;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She made me go upstairs to bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then she banged the door.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She took my toys and books and ball,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the bricks I’d built;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s nothing here that’s nice at all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’Cept Grannie’s patchwork quilt!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="THE_MERRY_BREEZE">THE MERRY BREEZE</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Round about the orchard went the merry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">little breeze,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Playing with the butterflies and teasing all<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the bees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sending showers of apple-blossom down upon<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And spilling half the dew-drops from the<br /></span>
<span class="i2">grasses all around.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ruffled up the feathers of the ducks a-sailing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hustled all the lazy clods that floated in<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He swung the beeches to and fro, then darted<br /></span>
<span class="i2">off again<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To dry the shiny puddles scattered down along<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the lane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The chimney smoke he twisted in the queerest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">kind of way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until at last the little breeze was weary of his<br /></span>
<span class="i2">play;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He crept back to the orchard, where the<br /></span>
<span class="i2">daffodillies peep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there it was I found him lying, curled up<br /></span>
<span class="i2">fast asleep!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="AN_ACCIDENT">AN ACCIDENT</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We’ve a little summer house<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a pointed top,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on it, watching us at play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fairies often stop.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now we’ve done a dreadful thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And frightened them away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because, by accident, our ball<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Struck two of them to-day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It bounced upon the summer house,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hurt the fairies there;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They flew away with cries of pain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And said it wasn’t fair.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Each day we watch our summer house<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And watch the pointed top.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now, tho’ fairies fly around,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They <i>never</i> come to stop.</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4><a id="A_HAPPY_ENDING">A HAPPY ENDING</a></h4>
<div class="poetry"><div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I found a ship upon the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All ready waiting there for me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So in I jumped and off we sped,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To gleaming waters far ahead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But soon a wind came moaning by<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And clouds filled all the sunny sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sea was speckled with the rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my ship rolled and rolled again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The waves crashed grandly on the deck.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sails dripped rain-drops down my neck,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then straight ahead, I spied a rock,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And braced myself to meet the shock—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Crash! we struck, and there we stayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While rain and storm around us played;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ship at once began to fill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And down and down we sank—until<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I yelled in fear and clutched the side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Half-drowning in the racing tide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And just as mast and rigging broke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I found myself in bed—and WOKE!</span></div></div>
</div>
<h4>PRINTED BY GARDEN CITY PRESS,<br />
LETCH WORTH, ENGLAND.</h4>
<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 62928 ***</div>
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