| Queen Mab |
| A little fairy comes at night, |
| her eyes are blue and her hair is brown |
| With silver spots upon her wings |
| And from the moon she flutters down. |
| She has a little silver wand |
| And when a good child goes to bed |
| She waves a hand from right to the left |
| And makes a circle round its head. |
| And then it dreams of pleasant things, |
| Of fountains filled with fairy fish |
| And trees that bear delicious fruit |
| And bow their branches at a wish. |
| Of arbours filled with dainty scents, |
| >From lovely flowers that never fade, |
| Bright flies that glitter in the sun |
| And glow-worms shining in the shade |
| And talking birds with gifted tongues |
| For singing songs and telling tales |
| And pretty dwarfs to show the way |
| Through fairy hills and fairy dales. |
| A little fairy comes at night, |
| her eyes are blue and her hair is brown |
| With silver spots upon her wings |
| And from the moon she flutters down. |