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?”

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?”