Rose Fyleman

1877_1957 / Nottingham

Yesterday In Oxford Street

YESTERDAY in Oxford Street, oh, what d'you think,

my dears?
I had the most exciting time I've had for years and

years ;
The buildings looked so straight and tall, the sky

was blue between,
And, riding on a motor-bus, I saw the fairy

queen !

Sitting there upon the rail and bobbing up and

down,
The sun was shining on her wings and on her golden

crown;
And looking at the shops she was, the pretty silks

and lace-
She seemed to think that Oxford Street was quite

a lovely place.

And once she turned and looked at me, and waved

her little hand;
But I could only stare and stare oh, would she

understand ?
I simply couldn't speak at all, I simply couldn't

stir,
And all the rest of Oxford Street was just a shining

blur.

Then suddenly she shook her wings a bird had

fluttered by
And down into the street she looked and up into the

sky;

And perching on the railing on a tiny fairy toe,
She flashed away so quickly that I hardly saw her

go.

I never saw her any more, altho' I looked all day;
Perhaps she only came to peep, and never meant to

stay ;

But oh, my dears, just think of it, just think what

luck for me,
That she should come to Oxford Street, and I be

there to see !
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