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Fairy Bread

by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885

Come up here, O dusty feet!   Here is fairy bread to eat. Here in my retiring room,   Children, you may dine On the golden smell of broom   And the shade of pine; And when you have eaten well, Fairy stories hear and tell.

Published in A Child's Garden of Verses

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