Flower fairies of the spring, bloemenelfjes van de lente. Geen jaartal bij dit boekje, maar ik kreeg ze bijna allemaal in de jaren zeventig.

Spring Magic
The world is very old; 
But year by year
It groweth new again
When buds appear.

The world is very old,
And sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come
The wolrd is glad.

The world is very old;
But every spring
It groweth young again,
And fairies sing.