THE WOODSY ONES
Reading edition
Hear them creeping, creeping, creeping,
through the mosses and the brush,
The Woodsy Ones whom I can never see!
Now they snap a twig and falter,
now they laugh and whisper “Hush!”
As they dodge their little heads behind a tree.
Hear them dancing, dancing, dancing,
in the grass when I’m abed,
And singing at my window in the moon!
Oh, the fairy music bubbles
in my dizzy little head,
And I drift away to Nothing all too soon!
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