The Fairies
For little acts of goodness,
And little deeds of love, Do
Bring Them From Their corners
To push and pull and shove.
Aim When thes see a harsh thing,
With fingers clasping tight, cover up
Theys Their eyelids
To Hide The horrid sight;
for little bursts of anger,
And naughty words and lies, send 'em to Do
Their climb the mountain To
cloudy skies.
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