'Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's sticks for your fire, Furze-twigs, and oak-twigs, And beech-twigs, and briar!' But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found 'twas the voice of the False Faerie. 'Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's meat for your broth, Goose-flesh, and hare's flesh, And pig's trotters both!' But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found 'twas the voice of the False Faerie. 'Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's a wolf at your door, His teeth grinning white, And his tongue wagging sore!' 'Nay!' said Dame Hickory, 'ye False Faerie!' But a wolf 'twas indeed, and famished was he. 'Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's buds for your tomb, Bramble, and lavender, And rosemary bloom!' 'Whsst!' sighs Dame Hickory, 'you False Faerie, You cry like a wolf, you do, and trouble poor me.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS |