IN April hours Its booths we knew Uplift 'mid flowers Untouched of rue. 'Twas then we drew The magic ware From tents of blue At Fancy Fair! Its kindly bowers For lovers due, From chilly showers They kept us two; Lest wetted through, We'd ceased to care For Cupid's brew And Fancy Fair! Still hath it dower When life's askew, A gentle power, A kind ado, For me and you Who still may share The rainbow view Of Fancy Fair! ENVOY Princess, anew We'll wander there, For dreams are true In Fancy Fair! |