You know the foxglove growing tall There’s magic in it One by one the flowers fall Like pink glove-fingers, fairy-small Well for a minute In each fallen foxglove bell Beside your toe There is a hidden pixie spell
Slip it on your thumb and tell In whisper low Your dearest wish it may come true Now don’t be shy Wish away all summer through There’s foxglove magic there for you Why don’t you try.
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