The Song of The Apple Blossom Fairies Up in the tree we see you , blossom-babies All pink and white; We think there must be fairies to protect you From frost and blight, Until, some windy day, in drifts of petals, You take your flight. You'll fly away! But if we wait with patience, Some day we'll find Here, in your place, full-grown and ripe, the apples You left behind - A goodly gift indeed, from blossom babies To human-kind!

The Song of The Bugle Fairy At the edge of the woodland Where good fairies dwell, Stands, on the look-out, A brave sentinel. At the call of his bugle Out the elves run, Ready for anything, Danger, or fun, Hunting, or warfare, By moonshine or sun. With bluebells and campions The woodlands are gay, Where bronzy-leaved Bugle Keeps watch night and day.

The Song of The Columbine Fairy Who shall the chosen fairy be For letter C? There's Candytuft, and Cornflower blue, Chrysanthemum so bold and fine, And pretty dancing Columbine. Yes, Columbine! The choice is she; And with her, see, An elfin piper, piping sweet A little tune for those light feet That dances, among the leaves and flowers In someone's garden. (Is it ours?)

The Song of The Double Daisy Fairy Dahlias and Delphiniums, you're too tall for me; Isn't there a little flower I can choose for D? In the smallest flower-bed Double Daisy lifts his head, With a smile to greet the sun, You, and me, and everyone. Crimson Daisy, now I see You're the little lad for me!