The Groundsel Fairy

Groundsel flower fairies

If dicky-birds should buy and sell
In tiny markets, I can tell
The way they’d spend their money.
They’d ask the price of cherries sweet,
They’d choose the pinkest worms for meat,
And common Groundsel for a treat,
Though you might think it funny.

Love me not, or love me well;
That’s the way they’d buy and sell.