My Gain

A delightful little fairy,
So free from ugly wrath.
Came bouncing up before me,
And stood right in my path.

I chased him round the chapel,
For his legs were made of springs.
And his cunning little gestures,
Showed a pair of spotted wings.

He hung to strands of gossamer,
Fresh plucked from angel hair.
He turned about in summersaults,
And dangled in the air.

I stood and watched his antics,
As he pivoted for a while.
He pulled the drape-strings on his face,
And showed...A LOVELY SMILE.


E.P. 1908 - 1989