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Once a naughty fay / Chanced to sprain her wing; / "At her tricks," they say -- / "Naughty little thing!"
Said the little fay / As she lay in pain, / "No more tricks I'll play / When I'm well again."
Time heals everything.
Can this be our fay, / She who sprained her wing / Just the other day?
Can she be this fair / Thrifty little thing, / Sewing up a tear / In a beetle's wing?
Yes, -- alas! but oh, / _Not_ a thrifty elf; / Of course she has to sew / What she tore herself!