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 an 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!