The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN ORCHARD.
FROM SOME LATIN VERSES IN THE OLD ENGLISH DRAMA OF "AMYNTAS, OR THE IMPOSSIBLE DOWRY."
We the Fairies, blithe and antic,Of dimensions not gigantic,Though the moonshine mostly keep us,Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,Stolen kisses much completer,Stolen looks are nice in chapels,Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,Then's the time for orchard robbing;Yet the fruit were scarce worth peelingWere it not for stealing, stealing.