OUR teacher says there aren't fairies now, Nor ever was—except in silly talk. She wouldn't b'lieve that yesterday I saw A really one down by the river walk! I did tho', and his eyes were green as green, He swung (he swang, I mean), upon a limb, And every swing he took he winked at me, And I—well, I just up and winked at him! Said he, "There was a boy who ran away From school-recess this morning; are you he?" He looked so nice and jolly that I thought He wanted to be friends and said, "I be." "And can you be the lad I heard about Who carved a pumpkin-head and made a ghost, To scare your little sister into fits?" I said, "She always was more skeered than most." "And did you tell your cousin Julia Ann, To make her cry, that Santa Claus was dead?" You bet I wasn't goin' to own to that, "Aw now, you go an' chase yourself!" I said. His twinkly eyes got all so sparkly green, He grinned the widest grin I ever saw. "I see," he chuckled. "You're a bad, bad boy, I think, Horatius Jones, I'll tell your Maw!" Now what d'ye think of that? When I went in, Maw, she just sent me straight away to bed— For playing truant and for scaring girls!— "A little fairy whispered it," she said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |