The song goes like this.
White coral bells

Upon a slender stalk,

Lillies of the Valley

Deck my garden walk.

Oh, don't you wish...

That you could hear them ring?

That will happen only...

When the fairies sing.

Then I heard a sound outside. A tiny tinkling. Could it be the fairies?
And it was. They were singing, and all the bells were ringing until...

... someone wandered in and sat on them.
What? You expect a happy ending every time?
Bracelet and earrings here. Happy ending... under the cat.
We used to sing it like this (when the grown ups weren't around):
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Polka dot pajamas - but, oh no, they're mine!
I know you wish that you could wear them too.
That will happen only when the seat wears through.
Ah for the days when that innocent rhyme was as naughty as we got!
Heeheehee.
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect reminder of my Grandmother's garden.....probably everyone's Grandmother's garden. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI remember the smell of those lilies of the valley. Heavenly! I got some potted ones in California once, but it wasn't the same thing at all.
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