The way to fairyland

Oh, if I knew at all

The way to grow quite small,

And if a pair of wings I could but borrow,

And if I did but know

The proper way to go,

I'd fly away to Fairy-land to-morrow"

There all the summer day

I'd sleep the hours away,

A roof of cool and shady green above me;

And all the summer night

I'd dance to music light,

And all the little fairy men would love me!