Let’s read together: The Second-Hand shop di Rowena Bennett

Down in the grasses
Where the grasshoppers hop
And the katydids quarrel
And the flutter-moths flop
Down in the grasses
Where the beetle goes “plop,”
An old withered fairy
Keeps a second-hand shop.

She sells lost thimbles
For fairy milk pails
And burnt-out matches
For fence posts and rails.
She sells stray marbles
To bowl on the green,
And bright scattered bends
For the crown of the queen.

Oh, don’t feel badly
Over things that you lose
Like spin tops or wistles
Or dolls buckled shoes;
They may be the things that
Fairy folk can use,
For down in tbe grasses
Where the grasshoppers hop
A withered old fairy
Keeps a second-hand shop.