I am a first-rate fairy—
“Good-Humor” is my name;
I use my wand where’er I go,
And make the rough ways plain;
And make the ugly faces shine,
The shrillest voices sweet,
The coarsest ore a golden mine,
The poorest lives complete.
Poetry For Children
I am a first-rate fairy—
“Good-Humor” is my name;
I use my wand where’er I go,
And make the rough ways plain;
And make the ugly faces shine,
The shrillest voices sweet,
The coarsest ore a golden mine,
The poorest lives complete.