@3When I wuz ist a little bit o' weenty-teenty kid I maked up a Fairy-tale, all by myse'f, I did:@1 -- I WUNST upon a time wunst They wuz a Fairy King, An' ever'thing he have wuz @3gold@1 -- His clo'es, an' @3ever'@1thing! An' all the other Fairies In his goldun Palace-hall Had to hump an' hustle -- 'Cause he was bosst of all! II He have a golden trumput, An' when he blow' on that, It's a sign he want' his boots, Er his coat er hat: They's a sign fer ever'thing, -- An' all the Fairies knowed Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin' When the King blowed! III Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all: "Saddle up yer bees -- Fireflies is gittin' fat An' sassy as you please! -- Guess we'll go a-huntin'!" So they hunt' a little bit, Till the King blowed "Supper-time," Nen they all quit. IV Nen they have a Banqut In the Palace-hall, An' ist et! an' et! an' et! Nen they have a @3Ball;@1 An' when the @3Queen@1 o' Fairyland Come p'omenadin' through, The King says an' halts her, -- "Guess I'll marry you!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL CYNTHIA ON HORSEBACK by PHILIP AYRES |