A little fairy comes at night,

her eyes are blue and 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 a hand from right to the 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.



Of arbours filled with dainty scents,

>From lovely flowers that never fade,

Bright flies that glitter in the sun

And glow-worms shining in the shade



And talking birds with gifted tongues

For singing songs and telling tales

And pretty dwarfs to show the way

Through fairy hills and fairy dales.



A little fairy comes at night,

her eyes are blue and her hair is brown

With silver spots upon her wings

And from the moon she flutters down