The Flowerphone

See the morning-glories hung
On the vine for me to use:
Hark! A flower-bell has rung,
I can talk now, if I choose.

“Hellow Central! Oh, hello!
Give me Puck of Fairyland—
Mr. Puck, I want to know
What I cannot understand.

“How the leaves are scalloped out;
Where’s the den of Dragon Fly?
What do crickets chirp about?
Where do flowers go when they die?

“How far can a Fairy see?
Why are woodsy things afraid?
Who lives in the hollow tree?
How are cobweb carpets made?

“Why do Fairies hide?—Hello!
What? I cannot understand—”
That’s the way they always do,
They’ve cut me off from Fairyland!

Abbie Farwell Brown