In response to a letter in the Nov 2020 issue of the Downhome, I recall the poem Queen Mab's Song that he mentioned. It was written by William Shakespeare and I found it in Book Four of the Treasury Readers. I still have a copy after approximately 70 years, though it's pretty dilapidated now.
Queen Mab's Song
Come, follow, follow me
All the fairies that there be.
Skip lightly on the green
And follow Mab, your queen.
Hand-in-hand we dance around
For this place is fairy ground.
Upon a mushroom's head
Our tablecloth we spread
A grain of rye or wheat
Is the food that we do eat.
Pearly drops of dew we drink
In acorn cups filled to the brink.
A gnat, the fly, the bee,
They are our fiddlers three.
All night we dance and sing
Around our fairy ring;
And if the moon does hide her head
The glow-worm lights us home to bed.
On tops of dewy grass
So nimbly do we pass.
The young and tender stalk
Ne'er bends as we do walk.
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where the night before have been.
Also from the same reader is Children, Children Don't Forget by Dora Owen.
Children, Children, Don't Forget
Children, children, don't forget
There are elves and fairies yet.
Where the knotty hawthorn grows
Look for prints of fairy toes.
Where the grassy rings are green
Moonlight dances shall be seen.
Watch and wait: O lucky you,
If you find a fairy shoe!
For a ransom he will pay,
Hobbling barefoot all the day.
Lay it on his mushroom seat
Wish your wish and go your way.
If you will be so discreet
Never fear by he will pay.
Incidentally, in that same reader are other long-time favourite poems, such as John Gilpin, The Duel, Out to Old Aunt Mary's, The Village Blacksmith, and The Miller of the Dee.
I'd like to own more of the Treasury Readers but it's been so long. I hope you enjoy this and that you will be "transported" a little in your mind to our "good old days."
Shirley V. Young
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