Enid Blyton, renowned for her children’s literature, also wrote delightful poems that resonate with the innocence and imagination of childhood.
Once upon a time, one day,
A baby came where fairies play.
The fairies, peeping out to see,
All gathered round in curiosity.
Said one, “Oh dear! What can it be,
This tiny, wriggling thing I see?”
Said another, “Babies grow up tall,
Just like the flowers, so I recall.”
“But how does it eat?” a fairy cried,
“And what is that noise?” another replied.
“Oh, it cries for its milk,” said a third with a sigh,
“And its mother gives it, or it will cry and cry.”
“Oh, let’s make friends!” said one so bright,
“And give it a wand, so tiny and light,
Then when it grows up, it’ll do lovely things,
Like making people happy with wands and with wings.”
So they gave the baby a fairy’s wand,
And the baby waved it and felt so grand,
And the fairies all clapped and danced with glee,
Singing, “Oh, happy baby, come back to see!”
