Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/155

Rh Meet their view;

Silver and gold

Sharp eyes behold;

Small moons, big stars;

And jams in jars,

And cakes and honey

And thimbles and money;

Pink dogs, blue cats,

Little squeaking rats,

And candles and dolls

And crackers and polls,

A real bird that sings,

And tokens and favors,

And all sorts of things

For the little shavers.

Four black eyes

Grow big with surprise,

And then grow bigger

When a tiny little figure

Jaunty and airy,

A fairy! a fairy!

From the tree-top cries:

Open wide! Black Eyes!

Come, children, wake now!

Your joys you may take now."

Quick as you can think

Twenty small toes

In four pretty rows,

Like little piggies pink,

All kick in the air—

And before you can wink

The tree stands bare!