Some days are fairy days. The minute that you wake You have a magic feeling that you never could mistake; You may not see the fairies, but you know that they’re about, And any single minute they might all come popping out; You want to laugh, you want to sing, you want to dance and run, Everything is different, everything is fun; The sky is full of fairy clouds, the streets are fairy ways— _Anything_ might happen on truly fairy days. Some nights are fairy nights. Before you go to bed You hear their darling music go chiming in your head; You look into the garden, and through the misty grey You see the trees all waiting in a breathless kind of way. All the stars are smiling; they know that very soon The fairies will come singing from the land behind the moon. If only you could keep awake when Nurse puts out the light... _Anything_ might happen on a truly fairy night. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ PREPARE! Bunny, bunny, smooth your fur, Wash your little face; Dormouse, wake you up and stir Lest you lose your place. Hasten, squirrel, don’t be shy— The Queen is coming by. Linnets, wrens, be ready, please, With your sweetest notes, Perch among the waiting trees, Tune your tiny throats. Skylark, won’t you leave the sky? The Queen is coming by. Goblins, stop your naughty tricks, Hold yourselves in wait; Witches, raise your besom sticks For an arch of state. Quickly, fairies, hither fly— The Queen is coming by. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A VOYAGE They took me out a-sailing— The boat was made of glass; We sailed upon the little clouds, The stars came out in shining crowds So thick we scarce could pass. But feather-light through all the night About the sky we sped; There were no oars with which to row, There was no tiniest wind to blow Though all the sails were spread.