a little fairy comes at night,

her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,

with silver spots upon her wings,

and from the moon she flutters down.

she has a little silver wand,

and when a good child goes to bed

she waves her wand from right to left,

and makes a circle round its head.

and then it dreams of pleasant things,

of fountains filled with fairy fish,

and trees that bear delicious fruit,

and bow their branches at a wish;

of arbors filled with dainty scents

from lovely flowers that never fade;

bright flies that glitter in the sun,

and glow-worms shining in the shade.

and talking birds with gifted tongues,

for singing songs and telling tales,

and pretty dwarfs to show the way

through fairy hills and fairy dales.

but when a bad child goes to bed,

from left to right she weaves her rings,

and then it dreams all through the night

of only ugly horrid things!

then lions come with glaring eyes,

and tigers growl, a dreadful noise,

and ogres draw their cruel knives,

to shed the blood of girls and boys.

then stormy waves rush on to drown,

or raging flames come scorching round,

fierce dragons hover in the air,

and serpents crawl along the ground.

then wicked children wake and weep,

and wish the long black gloom away;

but good ones love the dark, and find

the night as pleasant as the day.