Fairy's Album. Unknown

      This is Fairy, bright as Spring,

      Loving every living thing

      With a love so sweet and true,

      That all creatures love her too!

      This is Fairy, bright as Spring,

      In Fairy's Album.

      This is Fairy, wondrous wise,

      Sunshine laughing in her eyes,

      Who will prattle on for hours

      To the brooks and trees and flowers,

      To the birds and butterflies,

      To all creatures 'neath the skies,

      Understanding all they say

      In a curious sort of way!

      This is Fairy, wondrous wise,

      In Fairy's Album.

      This is Fairy Fanciful,

      Never moping, never dull,

      For her mind is amply stored

      With an overflowing hoard

      Of the tales of fairy times,

      And of quaint old nursery rhymes,

      So that she can always find

      Good companions when inclined!

      This is Fairy Fanciful,

      In Fairy's Album.

      This is a rhyme

      Of ancient time

      Of a certain old woman who lived in a shoe,

      And had so many children she didn't know what to do:

      Fairy knows her, and says it's true.

      This is the shoe.

      And this is the dame

      Without a name,

      Who Lived in the Shoe.

      These are the children, quite a score—

      Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—

      Who worried the dame without a name,

      Who Lived in the Shoe.

      This is the broth so weak and thin,

      With never a bit of bread therein,

      Made for the children, quite a score—

      Perhaps one less, perhaps one more—

      Who worried the dame without a name,

      Who Lived in the Shoe.