mildred bowers armstrong
Come around at seven
When the moon is out;
I'll ask the queen to send a guide
To show us both about.
Yuo'd better bring your overshoes
And a cover for your head;
You'll soon be wet with night dew
And burrs are everywhere
You must watch sharply
And not cough or sneeze
You will see the lanterns
Of stars among the trees.
You must listen closely
And not draw away;
You'll hear the misty fairies
Laughing in their play
