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| Fairies, arouse! Mix with your song harplet and pipe, Thrilling and clear. Swarm on the boughs! Chant in a throung! Morning is ripe, Waiting to hear. William Allingham |
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| Copyright Twilight 1999-2003 |
| Song of the Fairies Robbing an Orchard We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of Dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen, be your apples. When to bed the world are bobbing, Then's the time for orchard-robbing; Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling, Were it not for the stealing stealing. Leigh Hunt |
