The trees have magic doorways
Down into Fairy-land,
Yet nobody, but only me,
Has time to understand
That if _we_ knew the magic,
If _we_ could work it too,
We could creep down to Fairy-town
And do as fairies do.
The keys are four-leaved clovers;
They're not so hard to get--
Just creep about and search them out,
And don't mind getting wet;
But oh! I wish the fairies
Weren't _quite_ so secrety;
I've tried and tried, but _still_ they hide
The key-holes for each key.
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