_When I wuz ist a little bit_ _o' weenty-teenty kid_ _I maked up a Fairy-tale,_ _all by myse'f, I did: -- _
I. Wunst upon a time wunst They wuz a Fairy King, An' ever'thing he have wuz _gold -- _, His clo'es, an' _ever_'thing!
An' all the other Fairies In his goldun Palace-hall Had to hump an' hustle -- 'Cause he wuz bosst of all!
II. He have a goldun trumput, An' when he blow' on that, It's a sign he want' his boots, Er his coat er hat: They's a sign fer ever'thing, -- An' all the Fairies knowed Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin' When the King blowed!
III. Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all: "Saddle up yer bees -- Fireflies is gittin' fat An' sassy as you please! -- Guess we'll go a-huntin'!"
So they hunt' a little bit, Till the King blowed "Supper-time,"
Nen they all quit.
IV. Nen they have a Banqut In the Palace-hall, An' ist et! an' et! an' et!
Nen they have a _Ball_; An' when the _Queen_ o' Fairyland Come p'omenadin' through, The King says an' halts her, -- "Guess I'll marry you! "
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