The Dangerous Little Boy Fairies

In fairyland the little boys
Would rather fight than eat their meals.
They like to chase a gauze-winged fly
And catch and beat him till he squeals.
Sometimes they come to sleeping men
Armed with the deadly red-rose thorn,
And those that feel its fearful wound
Repent the day that they were born.

Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay was an American poet known for his innovative performances of his poetry, which combined spoken word with music and theatrics. Born in Springfield, Illinois, Lindsay's work often revolved around American history and culture, reflecting his progressive social views. He played a significant role in the early 20th-century American poetry scene, influencing contemporaries and later poets with his dynamic style and passionate delivery.

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Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
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For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owls feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
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With frogs for their watch-dogs,
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Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries (As it were)

        I. The Lion


    The Lion is a kingly beast.
    He likes a Hindu for a feast.
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    The lion-family is upset.

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        II.    An Explanation of the Grasshopper


    The Grasshopper, the grasshopper,
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        III.    The Dangerous Little Boy Fairies


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The King of Yellow Butterflies (A Poem Game.)

The King of Yellow Butterflies,
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
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The Haughty Snail-king

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        (What Uncle William told the Children)


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What the Gray-winged Fairy Said

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    The moon's a gong, hung in the wild,
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Drying their Wings

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        (What the Carpenter Said)


    The moon's a cottage with a door.
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