little [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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.
little [bad word] at night,
her eyes are blue and her hair is brown
With silver spots upon her wings
And from the moon she flutters down