As I was coming homeward, One early summer"s day,I met a little fairy Tripping on her way;
Her bonnet was a bluebell, A daisy was her gown,Her wings were bits of sunshine Trimmed with thistle-down.
I think she"d been to market For, as she hurried by,I peeped into her basket To see what I could spy- A pair of golden slippers, A reel of silvery thread, A tiny jar of honey,And a weeny loaf of bread!
I hid amongst the tall grass,
As still as still could be; The fairy gave a rat-tat Upon a hollow tree.
And then, for just an instant, I peeped into her house,And, do you know? The front door Was opened by a mouse.
About the Author.-The name of the author is not known.
About the Poem.-Describe the fairy"s dress. What was she bringing from market? Tell about her house and her doorkeeper. Now continue the story, saying what she did when she got inside. Draw a picture to suit each verse. Write a little poem beginning "A fairy went a-marketing".
