You can't see fairies unless you're good,
That's what Nurse said to me.
They lie in the smoke of the chimney,
Or down in the roots of a tree;
They brush their wings on a tulip,
Or hide behind a pea.
But you can't see fairies unless you're good,
So they aren't much use to me.
by Marchette Chute
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