by Vivienne Corby
One day, just at sunset, we came to a hill,
The three of us, me, little Judith, and Bill,
And we saw such a wonderful sight, we three,
That it seemed like a marvellous dream to me.
For there on the grass, in the shade of the trees,
Were hundreds of fairies who danced in the breeze;
And how their wings shone in the fast sinking sun!
We wanted to kiss them, yes, every one.
And then Billy sneezed, and they all flew away.
But still we are hoping to this very day
That we’ll see them again, on top of the hill,
The three of us, me, little Judith, and Bill.
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