THE FAIRY MAN
It
was, it was a fairy man,
Who
came to town to-day;
"I'll
make a cake for sixpence
If
you will pay, will pay."
I
paid him with a sixpence,
And
with a penny too;
He
made a cake of rainbows,
And
baked it in the dew.
The
stars he caught for raisins,
The
sun for candied peel
The
moon he broke for spices
And
ground it on a wheel.
He
stirred the cake with sunbeams,
And
mixed it faithfully
With
all the happy wishings
That
come to you and me.
He
iced it with a moonbeam,
He
patterned it with play,
And
sprinkled it with star dust
From
off the Milky Way.
--Mary Gilmore