BALLADE FOR BELIEVERS IN FAIRIES
All dressed up in our best we ride ...
From Adam’s Square and Harvard too
And read the ads there for our guide
To see what other people do;
Or if a paper we glance through,
At night time, when our curls we comb
This lonesome thought our souls imbue
“Have you a fairy in your home?”
Or when the little folks decide
To play a game of house, or two,
And roles amongst them they divide ...
John is papa, and mama’s Sue ...
Alas the parts are far too few
And those left out in anguish foam
Till someone brings this thought anew
“Have you a fairy in your home?”
A poor stern father has denied
To sweet sixteen a dress that’s new,
And sweet sixteen has vainly tried
And valiantly her suit to sue ...
She sees her older dress must do
Then finds it in a fashion tome
Some thoughtful fairy brought to view ...
“Have you a fairy in your home?”
L’Envoi
O, Pollyanna, here’s to you—
I’ll greet you, if you chance to roam
My way, and ask when I am blue
“Have you a fairy in your home?”