English poem
Merry Folk
by E. Stuart Hardy (1865–1935)
Merry folk tiny, merry folk tall, Happy as can be, here they are all, Spending the holidays 'midst the flowers, Laughing away the joyous hours!
Merry folk sunny, merry folk sweet, Pleasant to look at, happy to meet, Nothing but smiling, never a sigh, They are so glad to be here, that's why!
Merry girls dancing under the trees, With their curls floating out on the breeze, Merry boys playing all the day through, Here you will find them waiting for you.