“The Fairies” written by Rose Fyleman

The fairies have never a penny to spend.

They haven’t a thing put by.

But theirs is the dower of bird and of flower

And theirs are the earth and sky.

And though you should live in a palace of gold

Or sleep in a dried up ditch.

You could never be as poor as the fairies are.

And never be as rich.

Since ever and ever the world began

They have danced like a ribbon of flame.

They have sung their song through the centuries long

And yet it is never the same.

And though you be foolish, or though you be wise.

With hair of silver or gold,

You can never be as young as the fairies are,

And as never as old.