Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fairies -- Juvenile fiction; Farm life -- Juvenile fiction
And he rubbed his eyes and he rubbed his eyes, but the sleepy feel
wouldn’t go away. He dropped down by the hay-stack in the meadow and
before the morning sun could creep through the grasses he was fast
asleep.
The fairies hurried to the garden and cuddled in the flowers, for if
they don’t get in their beds in time the sun will change them into
butterflies and they must fly all day from flower to flower with
nowhere to rest. And they get so sleepy.
[Illustration: Fairy flying into flower]
And the sun woke the three cows and the ten woolly sheep and the
little white lamb, but it couldn’t wake Little Boy Blue because of
the fairy dust in his eyes.
[Illustration: Bird standing in water]
[Illustration: Boy standing with fairy above]
His daddie looked for him, and said:
“Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn.
Where is the little boy that tends the sheep?
Under the hay-stack, fast asleep!”
Bye and bye he awoke and ran home to tell his mother all about his
remarkable adventure.
[Illustration: The End.]
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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