Queen Mab

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 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