Show igi cw EF HAY ialy SPRITES the eun nun Is hot on the bayfield it pours on each new cut heap tile little weary calr s protea have crept er pt underneath to sleep t how in they wrestled and leaped this morning mornin 9 whilst the haymakers tossed the hayl and now row in their prickly caves they have hilden themselves theina elvea away awty but soon when the elm tree shadows grow longer over the grams and ani the trees wake up and rustle and the winds of the evening pass then the sprites creep out of the darkness 16 i and blink in slee sleepy y te and stretch their bittle little thin bodies 1 and rub their little black ees thoy tho y ride on the angry beetles 1 and chase the bumble bumb angry ae bees I 1 till the mists rise up in the valley and the moon come comes ovir the treen t folks biks sy s y it tie 11 t d u 03 and arid ami bwy the th new now mown h 1 l but dut it a only the little hay bay sprites come out in the dusk to play |