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Here comes Queen Mab in her coach-and-six! Look out for mischievous fairy tricks! Look out, good girls! Look out, brave boys! I know she comes to bewitch your toys! Hither she floats, like the down of a thistle!-- So mind the pegtop; and mind the hoop; Bring down the kite with a sudden swoop; Hide the popgun; and plug up the whistle; But don’t say Dolly’s a-bed with the croup: For, if you tell her a fib, my dear, She’ll fasten the door-key to your ear!