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Do you believe in fairies?

Chapter 10: DAUGHTER-GOOSE RHYMES
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A collection of short fantasies and lyrical poems written with a childlike eye, presenting whimsical encounters with fairies, goblins, and other small marvels set against ordinary streets and countryside. Narrative vignettes follow children and curious adults into secret glades, enchanted stones, and musical charms, while interleaved rhymes, ballades, and reflective sketches touch on adolescence, religion, city nights, and domestic humor. The pieces blend playful imagination with mild melancholy and moral observation, inviting readers to rediscover wonder in commonplace scenes through concise storylets and musical verse.

DAUGHTER-GOOSE RHYMES

I

Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Busily writing checks ...
His partners grew lazy,
His balance hazy,
His creditors all became wrecks!

II

Flitter, flitter, little dime,
You can stay here a long time.
If I leave you as I oughter
Pretty soon you’ll be a quarter!

III

Little Miss Millions
Longed to have billions,
And dreamed about trillions beside;
But while she was sighing,
Not working, just crying ...
Her bank account dwindled and died!
Little Miss Penny
Didn’t have any
Money at all, but she tried;
And so she kept saving,
And ardently slaving ...
And she owned a house when she died!

IV

Ride in a taxi,
The Biltmore for lunch ...
Eat ... for the music
Will play while you munch.
Eat all you want to,
While large grows your dome ...
For after you’ve eaten
You’ll have to walk home!

V

Old Mr. Croesus
Was worried to pieces
To pay for the monthly rent ...
For what with investments,
And bonds and assessments,
He found all his money had went!

VI

Ike and Mike
(They look alike)
Began to work together ...
But Ike was sly,
While Mike ran dry ...
So they struck stormy weather!

VII

Dickory, dickory, dock,
The ticker reported the stock,
Each bull a bear,
Brokers, beware
Dickory, dickory, dock!

VIII

“Hi diddle, diddle ...”
“Hoorah, ich ga bibble”
The pawn-brokers chortle in glee ...
The bankers all giggle to see the fun,
And int’rest mounts high as can be!

IX

Sing a song of sixpence ...
A suitcase full of rye ...
But that is meant for millionaires ...
The rest of us go dry!