THE FAIRY'S DILEMMA.
ALMOST time for the ball of the last summer night,
Said a fairy, crimping her hair,
And my elfin wardrobe is in such a plight
I really have nothing to wear!
I really am quite in despair!
Said a fairy, crimping her hair,
And my elfin wardrobe is in such a plight
I really have nothing to wear!
I really am quite in despair!
My buttercup satin is far from new
And I do not like the tint;
I have worn it twice already, too,
And to wear it again would hint
That I must needs pinch and stint.
And I do not like the tint;
I have worn it twice already, too,
And to wear it again would hint
That I must needs pinch and stint.
I wish that my wind-flower dress were fresh
How pretty that used to be!
So dainty a color; so dainty a mesh;
And vastly well suited to me,
With pearls from the spray of the sea!
How pretty that used to be!
So dainty a color; so dainty a mesh;
And vastly well suited to me,
With pearls from the spray of the sea!
My brier-rose silk is slightly defaced
And I could not match it at all,
For the season is past; it needs a new waist;
I might wear my gossamer shawl,
The weather is so like the fall.
And I could not match it at all,
For the season is past; it needs a new waist;
I might wear my gossamer shawl,
The weather is so like the fall.
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