Rose Fyleman

I wake in the morning early And always, the very first thing, I poke out my head and I sit up in bed And I sing and I sing and I sing.

The best game the fairies play, The best game of all, Is sliding down steeples— (You know they’re very tall). You fly to the weathercock, And when you hear it crow, You fold your wings and clutch your things And then let go! They have a million other games— Cloud-catching’s one, And mud-mixing after rain Is heaps and heaps of fun; But when you go and stay with them Never mind the rest, Take my advice—they’re very nice, But steeple-sliding’s best!