body turns to look at a boy fairy, who is naughty and cross, because hecan not
have the first chance to dance with the pretty widow; the bugs and beetles
begin to scold, and say:
“Huzzy, huzzy, huzzy;”
some others answer:
“Busy, busy, busy;” the
ball seems in danger of
breaking up in a quarrel,
until the cricket sings out
loud: “Cheer up, cheer up,
cheer up,” and the dance
begins.

The big spider over in
an old tree-top is the fairies’
spinner; his wheel goes:

Whiz, whiz, whirl, whirl,

Lo, and behold

Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold.

   
 
 
  
     
 
        

G. The fairies’ pretty dresses are made of his gold and
i silver threads; they sparkle and glisten so, as they dance,
that my eyes are dazzled by looking at them.
Well, grandma, they dance and dance till they're tired,
i i 7 then they have supper; eating violets and
: lily-bells, and drinking dew-drops from
| acorn-cups. They are so merry with their
laughing and_ singing,
that some little bunnies,
who have not gone to
bed, scamper away
home to tell their mam-
mas; the quail wake up
i and call: ‘““Bob White,
ot Bob White,” and that
| | starts the squirrels, who
/ chatter: “Chestnut,
abes chestnut, they'll eat ‘em
all up!” Jennie Wren, who was taking a nap with her head under her wing,
says: “ Tweet, tweet;” the fairies, startled by all this noise, run away home,

 

    
  

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