Fairies And Chimneys

You know the smoke from chimneys-
It often isn’t smoke,

It’s nothing but the fairies
Having such a joke.

Round they fly and round about,
Higher still and higher

“Dearie me,” the people say,
“A chimney on fire!”

You know the noise the wind makes

At night-time now and then
It’s just those naughty fairies

At their tricks again
Sitting in the chimney

Round and round in rows,
Singing all together

And warming up their toes.