The Fairie's Fair Poem by Zora Bernice May Cross

The Fairie's Fair

Rating: 4.8


Who’s that dancing on the moonlight air,
Heel tapping, Toe-heel rapping?
Oberon opening the fairies’ fair
To jig away sorrow on the grave of Care.
Come along, old folk, cold fork, bold folk,
Drop your shears at the midnight stroke.
Elves are crying: "Who’ll come buying
Jugs of Joy from a fairy’s cloak?"
Mab is sitting on a silver shoe,
Bright eyes laughing, Light lips quaffing
Airy bubbles from a cup of dew,
Her bracelets tinkle with delights for you.
Come along tall folk, small folk, all folk,
Race the stream where the fat frogs croak,
Buy a bobbin! There goes Robin
Tying Time to a daisy’s yoke!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 15 November 2019

A grand fair of fairies, mind blowing narration and captivating too.

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Dr Antony Theodore 15 November 2019

Come along tall folk, small folk, all folk, Race the stream where the fat frogs croak, Buy a bobbin! There goes Robin Tying Time to a daisy’s yoke! .. really fine. tony

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