And the breezes blow,
Where the treetops sing
And the breezes blow.

The moon shines dim
With a silver light
And the ripples dance
And the stars are bright,
And the ripples dance
And the stars are bright.

The glow worm burns
On the misted green
And scatters his lights
For the Faery Queen,
And scatters his lights
For the Faery Queen.

Mrs. Poe Tato-Bug listened carefully to the song. At last she exclaimed:

"That Rose Bug always did sing strange songs. I hope my children will
not remember any such unpractical nonsense. The Poe-Tato family never
was given to notions. What in the world can she mean by the Faery Queen?
I dare say some romantic tale!"




THE TUNEFUL HUMMING-BIRD