The Song Shop

By Annette Wynne

Tink, tink, tink,
Hear the pretty pieces clink.
How the busy worker sings
As his tiny hammer rings.
Little songs are fashioned so,
Placed all sweetly in a row.
Stars and colored bits of glass,
Look in, children, as you pass;
See, the songsmith’s happy things,
Bells, and laughs, and fairy wings;
Silver-dreams and dreams of gold—
(Songsmith, are you really old?—
Making pretty songs all day—
Are you really old and gray?)
Tink, tink, tink,
We can hear the chink;
Pretty songs are fashioned so,
Placed all sweetly in a row.
See the songsmith’s happy things—
Bells and laughs and fairy wings,
Stars, and all-assorted things.

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