And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich.

- Rose Fyleman

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

- Rose Fyleman

Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun?

- Rose Fyleman

Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see.

- Rose Fyleman

I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all.

- Rose Fyleman

Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long.

- Rose Fyleman