Rose Fyleman

1877_1957 / Nottingham

The 'Rooks

HIGH in the elm-trees sit the rooks,
Or flit about with busy looks

And solemn, ceaseless caws.
Small wonder they are so intent,
They are the fairies' Parliament

They make the fairy laws.

They never seem to stop all day,
And you can hear from far away

Their busy chatter-chat.
They work so very hard indeed
You'd wonder that the fairies need

So many laws as that.
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