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An Impromptu Fairy-Tale
by [?]

When I wuz ist a little bit
o’ weenty-teenty kid
I maked up a Fairy-tale,
all by myse’f, I did:–


Wunst upon a time wunst
They wuz a Fairy King,
An’ ever’thing he have wuz gold–,
His clo’es, an’ ever‘thing!
An’ all the other Fairies
In his goldun Palace-hall
Had to hump an’ hustle–
‘Cause he wuz bosst of all!


He have a goldun trumput,
An’ when he blow’ on that,
It’s a sign he want’ his boots,
Er his coat er hat:
They’s a sign fer ever’thing,–
An’ all the Fairies knowed
Ever’ sign, an’ come a-hoppin’
When the King blowed!


Wunst he blowed an’ telled ’em all:
“Saddle up yer bees–
Fireflies is gittin’ fat
An’ sassy as you please!–
Guess we’ll go a-huntin’!”
So they hunt’ a little bit,
Till the King blowed “Supper-time,”
Nen they all quit.


Nen they have a Banqut
In the Palace-hall,
An’ ist et! an’ et! an’ et!
Nen they have a Ball;
An’ when the Queen o’ Fairyland
Come p’omenadin’ through,
The King says an’ halts her,–
“Guess I’ll marry you!”