About the Book
There is a “cherry fairy”! Cheery-cherry, naughty, wild Reaching out with hands and eyes To steal and tease, beguile. There is a forest nymph A tannic, secret child Crowned in white and dancing Can dance the trees a smile. There is a dogged maiden: Petter of rugged pelts Who knows a hearty tickle Doth princess’ hands define. There is a little swimmer Gone teasing in the stream Idly splashing giants Done chased her out in screams! There is a lit’ red lady I’ve seen upon the shore: Tiny freckles and bright long looks Warm my heart to the core.