You probably think, like lots of folks,
That this Fairy, so clever and queer,
Is only at work in the winter time,
And sleeps the rest of the year.
Ah, no! He is busy the whole year round,
Taking pictures of waving grains,
That give him ideas for his shows next year,
On your chamber window-panes.
He does other wonders as well as paint,—
For have you not seen the ground
Sparkle and shine in the morning light
Like diamonds scattered round?
This same little Fairy attends to that,
And oh! he has lots of fun
With his hundreds of sprites who help him work,
And this is the way it is done:—
The stars, as you know, don’t shine all day,
But where do you think they’re kept?
Well, they’re taken to places beyond the sky,
And there they are dusted and swept.
Of course in the sweeping a dust is raised,
And this dust, which of course shines bright,
Is scattered around o’er the frozen ground
By the Frost, in the dead of night.
