Children born of fairy stock   
Never need for shirt or frock,   
Never want for food or fire,   
Always get their heart’s desire:   
Jingle pockets full of gold, 
Marry when they’re seven years old.   
Every fairy child may keep   
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;   
All have houses, each his own,   
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild—   
I’d love to be a Fairy’s child.