Fairies in the Cupboard
I know they’re in our cupboard;
Shall I tell you why?
I hear them laughing, talking,
As I am passing by.
A teeny-weeny rustle,
The way that dry leaves go—
Oh, yes, they’re in our cupboard,
‘Cos I know!
I know they’re in our cupboard—
One night I heard a chink,
I guess they like our china,
It’s rather thin and pink!
It’s very smooth and shiny,
For a tiny fairy toe—
Oh, yes, they’re in our cupboard,
‘Cos I know!
And once when I was peeping,
And it was rather late,
I saw a ring of fairies
Upon the biggest plate!
And there, upon the teapot,
I saw a perfect row—
Oh, yes, they’re in our cupboard,
‘Cos I know!
I know they’re in our cupboard,
I’ve heard them in the jug;
They scramble on the saucers,
And hide inside my mug.
Their babies love the egg-cups—
They stand inside them—so!
Oh, yes, they’re in our cupboard,
‘Cos I know!