Did You Ever Hear Of The Frolic Fairies Dear? They're A Blessed Little Race,
Peeping Up In Fancy's Face, In The Valley, On The Hill, By The Fountain And
The Rill
Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race,
Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and
the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves.
-- Mrs. Osgood
