Rose Fyleman Poems

MY brother has a little flute

Of gold and ivory,

He found it on a summer night
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THE witch, the witch that lives in the wood
Is not very pretty and not very good ;
Her face is brown and her eyes are black,
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I DON'T like beetles, tho' I'm sure they're very good,
I don't like porridge, tho' my Nanna says I should;
I don't like the cistern in the attic where I play,
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HAVE you watched the fairies when the rain is done
Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the
sun?
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PEACOCKS sweep the fairies' rooms;

They use their folded tails for brooms;

But fairy dust is brighter far
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DANCE, little friend, little friend breeze,
Low among the hedgerows, high among the trees ;
Fairy partners wait for you, oh, do not miss your
chance,
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As I was walking in the rain
I met a fairy down a lane.
We walked along the road together,
I soon forgot about the weather.
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FAIRIES learn to dance before they learn to

walk ;
Fairies learn to sing before they learn to
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' I AM asked to the ball to-night, to-night ;
What shall I wear, for I must look right ? '
' Search in the fields for a lady-smock ;
Where could you find you a prettier frock ? '
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You may be very ugly and freckledy and

small
And have a little stubby nose that's not a
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