essed?

Why, they're just going to bundle themselves all up
In lovely sunset clouds,
And come trailing along down the sky to us,
In beautiful shining crowds.

Some of the very, very littlest ones
Will dress in pinky white,
And some of the others in orange, and red,
All fringed with golden light.

And then there're the dear little Water-fairies, too,
You can't guess how sweet they'll be!
In little dresses of white foam-mist,
All hung with pearls from the sea.

And the little Queen of the Flowers'll be there,
Sitting up on her lovely throne.
Just wait till I tell you about it, Dear--
You'll wish 'twas your very own!

The darling little Fairies of the Snow made it, Dear,
All glistening frosty white;
Made it, up in their home in Cloudland there,
And they're bringing it down to-night.

It's just like a beautiful frosty cave,
All sparkling with diamonds, Dear,
And frosty lace-work, that'll glisten bright
Out in the moonlight here.

And the roses have made the softest carpet
Out of sweet rose-petals, you know;
And the pansies, cushions of purple velvet--
They all love their little Queen so!

And the Butterfly fairies will be there, too,
In their lovely velvet clothes,
With their beautiful wings of orange and black,
And yellow, and purple and rose.

And oh, there are ever so many more--
I can hardly remember them all!
Who're coming to-night--just think of it, Dear,
To dance at the Fairies' ball!

So hurry up, quick, and close your eyes,
For I heard the roses say
That to see the Fairies one must always come
Around by Dreamland way.

THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG

There's someone singing a little song
Out in the garden to-night;
A queer little sleepy, sleepy song,
Out there in the soft moonlight.

And the little song goes "zactly" like this,
Ah--ziz--z--z--zis!
And I wonder who it is that's singing
That little song of Ziz--zis?

There's a queer little frog in the pond out there,
I wonder if it is he?
And is he singing himself to sleep,
Or is he singing to me?

LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS

There's a little ship sails out to sea
At sunset-time each day,
With a little crew all sound asleep;
And it's bound for Dr