My sister’s name is Lucy
And she’s only four months old,
She coos and gurgles all day long
And is quite as good as gold.
Now I’m her grown up brother,
I’m nearly two you see,
In all our games, in all we do,
Lucy will follow me!
November 1971
My sister’s name is Lucy
And she’s only four months old,
She coos and gurgles all day long
And is quite as good as gold.
Now I’m her grown up brother,
I’m nearly two you see,
In all our games, in all we do,
Lucy will follow me!
November 1971
I have written a note to the fairies
And put it outside near the tree,
I hope that they see it and read it
And perhaps write a few words to me.
I have asked them to come to my party
Though I fear they may not like the noise,
I think they’ll be timid and frightened
By the shouts of the girls and the boys.
So I’ve put them some food in the garden
And some teacups on Mummy’s best tray;
In the moonlight they’ll have their own party
And dance till the dawning of day.
I’ll try to keep watch from my window,
Perhaps on the lawn I shall see
Titania, the Queen of the Fairies,
And perhaps she will wave up at me.
For Lucy March 1977