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OR,

ACT I.

—''An Arcadian Landscape. A river runs around the back of the Stage. ''

A rustic bridge crosses the river.

Enter Fairies, led by ,, and. ''They trip around the stage, singing as they dance. ''

Tripping hither, tripping thither, Nobody knows why or whither; We must dance and we must sing, Round about our fairy ring!

We are dainty little fairies,
 * Ever singing, ever dancing;

We indulge in our vagaries
 * In a fashion most entrancing.

If you ask the special function
 * Of our never-ceasing motion,

We reply, without compunction,
 * That we haven't any notion!

No, we haven't any notion!
 * Tripping hither, &c.