An Accident

We’ve a little summer house
With a pointed top,
And on it, watching us at play,
The fairies often stop.

But now we’ve done a dreadful thing,
And frightened them away,
Because, by accident, our ball
Struck two of them to-day.

It bounced upon the summer house,
And hurt the fairies there;
They flew away with cries of pain,
And said it wasn’t fair.

Each day we watch our summer house
And watch the pointed top.
But now, tho’ fairies fly around,
They never come to stop.