Myrea Pettit
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The Fairy Flute

My brother has a little flute
Of gold and ivory
He found it on a summer night
Within a hollow tree.

He plays it every morning
and every afternoon,
And all the little singing birds
Listen to the tune.

He plays it in the meadows
And everywhere he walks
The flowers start a-nodding
And dancing on their stalks.

He plays it in the village
And all along the street
The people stop to listen,
The music is so sweet.

And none but he can play it
And none can understand,
Because it is a fairy flute
And comes from Fairyland.

© Rose Fyleman
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