The foolish queen of fairyland
From her milk-white throne in a lily-bell,
Gave command to her cricket-band
To play for her when the dew-drops fell.
But the cold dew spoiled their instruments
And they play for the foolish queen no more.
Instead those sturdy malcontents
Play sharps and flats in my kitchen floor.
More verses by Vachel Lindsay
- Here's To The Mice!
- In Praise Of Songs That Die
- The Song Of The Garden-Toad
- Queen Mab In The Village
- The Eagle That Is Forgotten