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Good old mother Fairie, Sitting by your fire, Have you any little folk You would like to hire? I want no chubby drudges To milk, and churn, and spin, Nor old mid wrinkled Brownies, With grizzly beards, and thin; But patient little people, With hands of busy care, And gentle speech, mid loving hearts; Say, have you such to spare! They, must be very cunning To make the future shine Like leaves, and flowers, and strawberries, A-growing on one vine. Good old mother Fairie, Since my need you know, Tell me, have you any folk Wise enough to go? ALICE CARY |