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Oh, where do fairies hide their heads
When snow lies on the hills
When frost has spoiled their mossy beds
And crystallised  their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles over the plain.
And drafts of dew they cannot sip
Till green leaves come again.
Perhaps in small blue diving bells
They plunge beneath the waves
Inhabiting the wreath shells
That lien coral caves
Perhaps in red Vesuvious Carousals they maintain
And cheer their little spirits up
Till green leave come again
Till green leaves come again.
When back they come  there'll be glad mirth
And music in the air,
And fairy wings upon the earth,,
And mischief everywhere
The maids to keep the elves aloof.
Thomas Haynes Bayly.


If no one ever marries me_
And I don't se why they should;
For nurse says I'm not pretty,
And I'm seldom very good


If no one ever marries me
I shan't mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage;
And a rabbit hutch.


I shall have a cottage near the wood,
And a pony of my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame
That I can take to town.
And when I'm getting really old,
At twenty eight or nine,
I shall buy a little orphan girl
And bring her up as mine.


Glory The little child whispered, "God, speak to me" And a meadowlark sang. But the child did not hear. So the child yelled, "God, speak to me!" And the thunder rolled across the sky But the child did not listen. The child looked around and said, "God let me see you" And a star shone brightly But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, "God show me a miracle!" And a life was born But the child did not know. So the child cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are here!" Whereupon God reached down touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away And walked away unknowingly. Often times, the things we seek are right underneath our noses. Don't miss out on your blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.


There once was a girl 
And had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs
When her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen were occupied with meals.
and she stood upon her head
In here little truckle-bed,
And then began hooraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise,
And she thought it was the boys
A- playing at a combat in the attic;
But when she climbed the stair;
And found Jemima there,
She took and spank her most emphatic.
Where did you come from baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here. 
Where did you get  those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came though. 
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry twinkles left in. 
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here. 
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
As soft hand stroked it as I went by. 
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone know. 
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three Angels gave me at once a kiss. 
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke and it came out to hear. 
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands. 
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs wings. 
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew. 
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I'm here.


Only a Baby Small ~author Unknown.
copyright 18??
Only a baby small,
Dropt from the skies;
Only a laughing face,
Two sunny eyes;
Only two cherry lips,
One Chubby nose;
Only two little hands,
 en little toes.
Only a golden head,
Curly and soft;
Only a tongue that wags
Loudly and oft;
Only a little brain;
Empty of thought;
Only a little heart,
Troubled with naught.
Only a tender flower,
Sent us to rear;
Only a life to love
While we are here;
Only a baby small,
Never at rest;
Small, but how dear to us,
God knoweth best.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice,
That's what little girls are made of. 
Little girls are wonderful.  God makes them all...yet they are as different as can be. 
Some of them are short, some of them are tall...and some of them are in-between. 
Many little girls live in big busy cities, while others live in the peaceful country or in friendly little towns. 
There are little girls who have brothers and sisters, and there are some who have none. 
They all go to school....and they all like to play. 
Some play house.... others dance.... or paint pictures. 
Little girls delight in ice cream, and in parties and pretty dresses... ....and in soft snuggly things.
Some like to skip rope and to swing....while others enjoy reading, gathering flowers, or make-believe. 
And even though all little girls are different...there is one time when they are all alike.  At the end of the day every little girl loves to climb on Mommy's or Daddy's lap, say her prayers, then snuggle down to sleep in her cozy bed.    ~Stina Nagel,  1965