Queen Mab

A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed,
She waves her hand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit, And bow their branches at a wish.
Of arbours filled with dainty scents,
From lovely flowers that never fade,
Bright flies that glitter in the sun
And glow-worms shining in the shade
And talking birds with gifted tongues
For singing songs and telling tales
And pretty dwarfs to show the way
Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
A little fairy comes at night,
her eyes are blue and her hair is brown
With silver spots upon her wings
And from the moon she flutters down
A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.