First World War Poetry Digital Archive

I'D LOVE TO BE A FAIRY'S CHILD by ROBERT GRAVES

Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when they're seven years old. Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild--- I'd love to be a fairy's child.