A FAIRY RHYME 1880

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Monday's the fairies' washing-day:

The early morning hours find them all working hard away:
Their wash-tubs are the flowers
The cup-like ones are best, they say
Those catch the dew, you know,
And fairies dresses washed that way
Are white as driven snow.

Tuesday's the fairies' drying-day:

So tuesdays should be fine.
And rather windy, by the way,
ANd then the Sun should shine:
And rose-bushes should hide each thorn
That day--I'll tell you why---
It's lest the drsses should be tron
When they're hung out to dry.

Then wednesday is ironing-day:

The Sundbeans for a joke
Come down to help. That's work, they say,
Too hard for fairy folk:
They press out all the creases, and
In quite a little while
Those dresses look as grand as grand,
And How the fairies smile!

Thursdya's the fairies' darning-day;

Then, seated in a row
Upon an apple-blossom spray;
The fairies sit and sew;
They darn with silk each scrap of stuff
That by mistake they tore,
And, if their silk's not quite enough,
The spiders bring them more!