The song of
The Hazel-nut fairy:
Slowly, slowly, growing
While I watched them well,
See, my nuts have ripened;
Now I've news to tell.
I will tell the Squirrel,
" Here's a store for you;
But, kind Sir, remember
The Nuthatch likes them too."
I will tell the Nuthatch,
" Now, Sir, you may come;
Choose your nuts and crack them,
But leave the children some."
I will tell the children,
" You may take your share;
Come and fill your pockets,
But leave a few to spare."
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