It you wake up early
And are out before the dawn,
You may see the fairy folk 
A-dancing on the lawn.
Neat foot, fleet foot,
Dancing in the dew;
If you go on tiptoe
And they don't see you.

When you see the crocuses 
Scattered here and there,
They are fairy dancing dresses
Hung about to air.
Neat dress, sweet dress, 
Shining in the dew;
Waiting for the fairies
Till they can't see you.

So wake up, little sleepy head, 
And rub your drowsy eyes.
Come into the garden
Ere the sun begins to rise.
Slip down, trip down, 
Dabble in the dew;
Then you'll see the fairies
If they don't see you.