(There are many kinds of Vetch; some are in the hay-fields, but this is Tufted Vetch, which climbs in the hedges.)

The Song of The Vetch Fairy Poor little U Has nothing to do! He hasn't a flower: not one. For U is Unlucky, I'm sorry to tell; U stands for Unfortunate, Ugly as well; No single sweet flowery name will it spell - Is there nothing at all to be done? "Don't fret, little neighbour," says kind fairy V, "You're welcome to share all my flowers with me - Come, play with them, laugh, and have fun. I've Vetches in plenty for me and for you, Verbena, Valerian, Violets too: Don't cry then, because you have none."

The Song of The Wallflower Fairy Wallflower, Wallflower, up on the wall, Who sowed your seed there? "No one at all: Long, long ago it was blown by the breeze To the crannies of walls where I live as I please. "Garden walls, castle walls, mossy and old, These are my dwellings; from these I behold The changes of years; yet, each spring that goes by, Unchanged in my sweet-smelling velvet am I!"

The Song of The Yellow Deadnettle Fairy You saucy X! You love to vex Your next-door neighbour Y: And just because no flower is yours, You tease him on the sly. Straight, yellow, tall, - of Nettles all, The handsomest is his; He thinks no ill, and wonders still What all your mischief is. You have a care! Bad imp, beware His upraised hand and arm: Though sting-less, he comes leaping - see! - To save his flower from harm.

The Song of The Zinnia Fairy Z is for Zinnias, pink or red; See them in the flower-bed, Copper, orange, all aglow, Making such a stately show. I, their fairy, say Good-bye, For the last of all am I. Now the Alphabet is said All the way from A to Z.