Classic Poem

Now come little Freddy
& sit on my knee
Ill read you a story
& pleased will you be
Tis midsummer eve
& the faireys advance
From their beds in the flowers
To talk gossip & dance.

In a dark beaten ring
On the soft summer grass
By the verge of a brook
Which they used as a glass
Where the ladys bent down
Their gay faces to spy
If a curl was set wrong
Or a cap put awry.

The shepherd had folded
& counted his sheep
& night had locked up
Every danger asleep
So they shouted away
At their frolicksome joys
While the insects close bye
Left their beds at the noise

& the moth a coy lover
Who ventures to creep
Out at night to steal kisses
From blossoms asleep
Heard them first & flew out
To be first in the fray
& the bee would have come
But got drunk in the day

Kissing flowers honey breath
So he steadied his flight
On a hugh thistle top
& went bed for the night.