Know you what it is to be a child,
It is to believe in love,
To believe in lovliness,
To believe in belief.
It is to be so little
That the Elves can reach
To whisper in your ear.
It is to turn pumpkins into coaches,
And mice into horses,
Lowness into loftiness,
And nothing into everything.
For each child
Has its Faery Godmother
In its soul.
-Frances Thompson-