The Song of the Ragged Robin Fairy

This lunchtime I went in search of butterflies and dragonflies. There were butterflies and one dragonfly but they wouldn't land! So a flower fairies poem instead.

The Song of The Ragged Robin Fairy

In wet marshy meadows
A tattered piper strays -
Ragged, ragged Robin;
On thin reeds he plays.
He asks for no payment;
He plays, for delight,
A tune for the fairies
To dance to, at night.
They nod and they whisper,
And say, looking wise,
"A princeling is Robin,
For all his disguise!"

By Cicely M Barker