It was dark when we stopped at the Fairy-land bars,And over our heads there were millions of stars;And I was quite frightened, but Jimmy looked bold,And Alice just shivered—she said it was cold.
We timidly knocked, and then, just as I fearedThey would not let us in, lo! the bars disappeared,And the stars dropped right down from the sky, and behold!Each one was a lamp for a fairy to hold.
And the fairies went dancing like leaves in the wind,And beckoned to us as we crept on behind;And queer little faces, brimful of surprise,Looked out of the darkness with queer little eyes.
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