THE FAIRY SCHOOL by ANNETTE WYNNE

I THINK I know where the flowers go
When winter days are chill,
They go to school where the fairies rule
Beneath the orchard hill.

There safe and warm from the winter's storm
Is their schoolhouse under the snow,
Where the fairies teach in fairy speech
The things a flower should know.

They learn of the trees and the bumble bees,
Of the cloud and the moon hung high;
Of brooks that gleam where poppies dream
Of winds that go rushing by.

Then when April calls through the fairy halls
That winter-time is past,
The flowers know just how to grow,
And school is out at last!

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