The Song of The Rose-Bay Willow-Herb Fairy
On the breeze my fluff is blown;
So my airy seeds are sown.
Where the earth is burnt and sad,
I will come to make it glad.
All forlorn and ruined places,
All neglected empty spaces,
I can cover-only think!-
With a mass of rosy pink.
Burst then, seed-pods; breezes, blow!
Far and wide my seeds shall go!
Author Unknown
The Song of The Rose Fairy
Best and dearest flower that grows,
Perfect both to see and smell;
Words can never, never tell
Half the beauty of a Rose~~
Buds that open to disclose
Fold on fold of purest white,
Lovely pink, or red that glows
Deep, sweet~scented, What delight
To be Fairy of the Rose!
Author Unknown
 The Song of The Mountain Ash Fairy
They thought me, once, a magic tree
Of wondrous lucky charm,
And at the door they planted me
To keep the house from harm,
They have no fear of witchcraft now,
Yet here am I today,
I've hung my berries from the bough,
And merrily I say:
"Come, all you blackbirds, bring your wives,
Your sons and daughters too;
The finest banquet of your lives
Is here prepared for you."
Author Unknown
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