Some nights this fairy creeps into the tall white lily.
There she clings through the night.
She holds on very fast.
She does not feel the cold wind.
Other nights she rests in a red rose.
She is buried out of sight.
There she waits for the morning.
She hears the voice of the wind.
The wind blows among the flowers.
It rocks the fairy’s flower cradle.
The stars shine down on her.
She drops asleep.
She sleeps all the long night.
What a wonderful fairy she is!
What name do we call her?