ALTHOUGH it has a jolly name
Cat's cradle is a funny game
I like to play it all the same.
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BLIND folk see the fairies,
Oh, better far than we,
Who miss the shining of their wings
Because our eyes are filled with things
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THE tall princesses in the willow tree
They move their lazy, lovely heads about,
They wave their arms, their hair goes stream-
ing out,
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SLEEP, oh sleep, for the night is still ;
The friendly moon peers over the hill ;
Cradled soft on the bosom of night
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BUNNY, bunny, smooth your fur,
Wash your little face ;
Dormouse, wake you up and stir
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HIGH in the elm-trees sit the rooks,
Or flit about with busy looks
And solemn, ceaseless caws.
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THE child next door has a wreath on her hat,
Her afternoon frock sticks out like that,
All soft and frilly;
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THE fairies have never a penny to spend,
They haven't a thing put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and of flower
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DADDY goes a-riding in a motor painted grey,
He makes a lot of snorty noise before he gets away ;
The fairies go a-riding when they wish to take their
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