The Song of the Horse Chestnut Fairy

The Song of
the Horse Chestnut Fairy
My conkers, they are shiny things,
And things of mighty joy,
And they are like the wealth of kings
To every little boy;
I see the upturned face of each
Who stands around the tree:
He sees his treasure out of reach,
But does not notice me.

For love of conkers bright and brown,
He pelts the tree all day;
With stones and sticks
he knocks them down,
And thinks it jolly play.
But sometimes I, the elf, am hit
Until I'm black and blue;
O laddies, only wait a bit,
I'll shake them down to you!

By Cicely Mary Baker

Another autumn fairy that overlooks the spring flowers. So I'll try to find autumn conkers.