FAIRY LORE
A fairy hasn’t got a gem, Nor yet a common stone: She hasn’t got a single thing That she can call her own; Not any music, any song, Nor silver stars that shine; She cannot to another say, “That’s yours, but this is mine.” To us, she says, the grasses talk, To us the blackbirds call; The treasure of our fairy world. Belongs to one and all. We’re very, very wealthy folk, Yet not one goes alone With riches hidden anywhere That she can call her own. She says, “We have no money here; We haven't got a thing That you could buy for guinea gold And hide beneath a wing.” —Gloria Rawlinson, aged 11.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1028, 19 July 1930, Page 31
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117FAIRY LORE Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1028, 19 July 1930, Page 31
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