@3When I wuz ist a little bit o' weenty-teenty kid I maked up a Fairy-tale, all by myse'f, I did:@1 -- I WUNST upon a time wunst They wuz a Fairy King, An' ever'thing he have wuz @3gold@1 -- His clo'es, an' @3ever'@1thing! An' all the other Fairies In his goldun Palace-hall Had to hump an' hustle -- 'Cause he was bosst of all! II He have a golden trumput, An' when he blow' on that, It's a sign he want' his boots, Er his coat er hat: They's a sign fer ever'thing, -- An' all the Fairies knowed Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin' When the King blowed! III Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all: "Saddle up yer bees -- Fireflies is gittin' fat An' sassy as you please! -- Guess we'll go a-huntin'!" So they hunt' a little bit, Till the King blowed "Supper-time," Nen they all quit. IV Nen they have a Banqut In the Palace-hall, An' ist et! an' et! an' et! Nen they have a @3Ball;@1 An' when the @3Queen@1 o' Fairyland Come p'omenadin' through, The King says an' halts her, -- "Guess I'll marry you!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS SONNET TO MASTER GABRIELL HARVEY, DOCTOR OF LAWES by EDMUND SPENSER CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |