A little fairy comes at night, her eyes are blue and her hair is brown With silver spots upon her wings And from the moon she flutters down. She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed She waves a hand from right to the left And makes a circle round its head. And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish And trees that bear delicious fruit And bow their branches at a wish; Of arbours filled with dainty scents, From lovely flowers that never fade, Bright flies that glitter in the sun And glow-worms shining in the shade And talking birds with gifted tongues, For singing songs and telling tales, And pretty dwarfs to show the way Through fairy hills and fairy dales.