and then i turned them into Wizards ~
and flower fairies ~
A Fairie Rhyme
1800's author unknown
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 torn
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!
Thursday'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!