Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard

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--Description: 19th, Hunt J.L., Children, Fantasy, Nature-- 

 
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.

When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.

James Leigh Hunt

--Did You Know: (19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859) Hunt was an English critic, essayist, poet and writer. Leigh Hunt was born at Southgate, London, where his parents had settled after leaving the USA. His father, a lawyer from Philadelphia, and his mother, a merchant's daughter and a devout Quaker, had been forced to come to Britain because of their loyalist sympathies during the American War of Independence. Hunt's father took holy orders, and became a popular preacher, but was unsuccessful in obtaining a permanent living. Hunt's father was then employed by James Brydges, 3rd Duke of Chandos as tutor to his nephew, James Henry Leigh, after whom Leigh Hunt was named. Read more at: James L.Hunt

--Word of the Day: ruction \RUHK-shuhn\, noun:
A disturbance, quarrel, or row.
Example:
"If ever a ruction starts we haven't a chance. And we've all got our women and children to recollect. We've got to be peaceable at any price, and put up with whatever dirt is heaped on us."
-- Jack London, The Star Rover

--Quote of the Day: Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
- Henry David Thoreau

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