The Song of The Queen Of The Meadow Fairy Queen of the Meadow where small streams are flowing, What is your kingdom and whom do you rule? "Mine are the places where wet grass is growing, Mine are the people of marshland and pool. "Kingfisher-courtiers, swift-flashing, beautiful, Dragon-flies, minnows, are mine one and all; Little frog-servants who wait round me, dutiful, Hop on my errands and come when I call." Gentle Queen Meadowsweet, served with such loyalty, Have you no crown to wear? "Nothing I need for a sign of my royalty, Nothing at all But my own fluffy hair!"

The Song of The Ragged Robin Fairy In wet marshy meadows A tattered piper strays - Ragged, ragged Robin; On thin reeds he plays. He asks for no payment; He plays, for delight, A tune for the fairies To dance to, at night. They nod and they whisper, And say, looking wise, "A princeling is Robin, For all his disguise!"

The Song of The Strawberry Fairy A flower for S! Is Sunflower he? He's handsome, yes, But what of me? In my party suit Of red and white, And a gift of fruit For the feast tonight: Strawberries small And wild and sweet, For the Queen and all Of her Court to eat!

The Song of The Thrift Fairy Now will we tell of splendid things: Seagulls, that sail on fearless wings Where great cliffs tower, grand and high Against the blue, blue summer sky. Where none but birds (and sprites) can go. Oh there the rosy sea-pinks grow, (Sea-pinks, whose other name is Thrift); They fill each crevice, chink, and rift Where no one climbs; and at the top, Too near the edge for sheep to crop, Thick in the grass pink patches show. The sea lies sparkling far below. Oh lucky Thrift, to live so free Between blue sky and bluer sea!