I Do Believe In Fairies, I Do,

If You Shut Your Eyes And Are A Lucky One, You May See At Times A Shapeless Pool Of Lovely Pale Colours Suspended In The Darkness; Then If You Squeeze Your Eyes Tighter, The Pool Begins To Take Shape, And The Colours Become So Vivid That With Another Squeeze They Must Go On Fire.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.

Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are Most Prepared To Live.

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.

Because You See When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies. They Live In Nests On The Tops Of Trees; And The Mauve Ones Are Boys And The White Ones Are Girls, And The Blue Ones Are Just Little Sillies Who Are Not Sure What They Are.