The Naughty FayOnce a naughty fayChanced to sprain her wing;“At her tricks,” they say—“Naughty little thing!”Said the little fayAs she lay in pain,“No more tricks I’ll playWhen I’m well again.”Time heals everything.Can this be our fay,She who sprained her wingJust the other day?Can she be this fairThrifty little thing,Sewing up a tearIn a beetle’s wing?Yes,—alas! but oh,Nota thrifty elf;Of course she has to sewWhat she tore herself!
Once a naughty fayChanced to sprain her wing;“At her tricks,” they say—“Naughty little thing!”Said the little fayAs she lay in pain,“No more tricks I’ll playWhen I’m well again.”
Once a naughty fayChanced to sprain her wing;“At her tricks,” they say—“Naughty little thing!”
Said the little fayAs she lay in pain,“No more tricks I’ll playWhen I’m well again.”
Time heals everything.Can this be our fay,She who sprained her wingJust the other day?Can she be this fairThrifty little thing,Sewing up a tearIn a beetle’s wing?Yes,—alas! but oh,Nota thrifty elf;Of course she has to sewWhat she tore herself!
Time heals everything.Can this be our fay,She who sprained her wingJust the other day?
Can she be this fairThrifty little thing,Sewing up a tearIn a beetle’s wing?
Yes,—alas! but oh,Nota thrifty elf;Of course she has to sewWhat she tore herself!