SHE WAS A REAL NATURE GIRL

 

She was a real nature girl

Dancing happily in the meadows

Like a flitting summer sprite

With no thought of cares and woes

As she frolic’s like a lamb all day

Till the lengthening of the shadows

DANCING PIXIES IN THE GREEN

 Dancing pixies in the green

And sparkling water sprites

Oft heard but never seen

Bathing in the morning light