Poems (Katz)/In a garden fair
TO ELIZABETH ROTHIN A GARDEN FAIR
In a Garden Fair, By a brooklet there, Stood a little Miss, Her lips pursed for a kiss,From the Fairy Maiden With joy laden Under the water there. Come with me, she pleaded,
But the Fairy never heeded. When on the face so fair and "roun"There appeared a tiny frown, When suddenly bursting into glee,She exclaimed, "The fairy is me!"