May in A Year With The Fairies

May Day

The rollicking, frolicking Fairies are gay,
A-tripping the woodlands the first day of May,
A-hoppity skipping, now here and now there,
A-picking and snipping the flowers everywhere.

The rollicking, frolicking Fairies delight
For dear little children to work all the night,
Filling their baskets the first day of May
To leave at the door ere they scamper away.

The May Queen

The Fairies choose at peep of day

Their fairest lady, Queen of May,

And make for her a throne of flowers

All festooned round with leafy bowers.

They make for her a crown of roses

And wind her little want with posies,

And sing and dance till close of day

Around their dainty Queen of May.

The May Pole Dance

The Fairies dance with song and shout,
And some trip in and some trip out
Around a Dandelion tall
Whene'er they hold their May-day ball.

Swinging, swaying, see them bend,
Hear their voices sweetly blend
With the silvery fairy strains
While they weave their Daisy chains.


from A Year With The Fairies, Ann M. Scott, 1914