IN a little white house, with a little white gable, the sort that a mouse might choose for a stable, in a little green garden, with seven green trees (you must say "beg pardon!" Miss! when you sneeze), with a head as neat as a gold canary, at the end of the street, there lived a fairy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES NIMROD: 6 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH FAIRY WINE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE WODDSY ONES by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN DEATH'S DIGNITY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |