The Song of The Mallow Fairy I am Mallow; here sit I Watching all the passers-by. Though my leaves are torn and tattered, Dust-besprinkled, mud-bespattered, See, my seeds are fairy cheeses, Freshest, finest, fairy cheeses! These are what and elf will munch For his supper or his lunch. Fairy housewives, going down To their busy market-town, Hear me wheedling: "Lady, please, Pretty lady, buy a cheese!" And I never find it matters That I'm nicknamed Rags-and-Tatters, For they buy my fairy cheeses, Freshest, finest, fairy cheeses!

The Song of The Nasturtium Fairy Nasturtium the jolly, O ho, O ho! He holds up his brolly Just so, just so! (A shelter from showers, A shade from the sun;) 'Mid flame-coloured flowers He grins at the fun. Up fences he scrambles, Sing hey, sing hey! All summer he rambles So gay, so gay - Till the night-frost strikes chilly, And Autumn leaves fall, And he's gone, willy-nilly, Umbrella and all.

The Song of The Orchids Fairy The families of orchids, they are the strangest clan, with spots and twists resembling a bee, or fly, or man; And some are in the hot-house, and some in foreign lands, But Early Purple Orchids in English pasture stands. He loves the grassy hill-top, he breathes the April air; He knows the baby rabbits, he knows the Easter hare, The nesting of the skylarks, the bleat of lambkins too, The cowslips, and the rainbow, the sunshine, and the dew. O orchids of the hot-house, what miles away you are! O flaming tropic orchids, how far, how very far!

The Song of The Pansy Fairy Pansy and Petunia, Periwinkle, Pink - How to choose the best of them, Leaving out the rest of them, That is hard, I think. Poppy with its pepper-pots, Polyanthus, Pea - Though I wouldn't slight the rest, Isn't Pansy quite the best, Quite the best for P? Black and brown and velvety, Purple, yellow, red; Loved by people big and small, All who plant and dig at all In a garden big.