Beltane ~ may day Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard Leigh Hunt We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen, be your apples. When to bed the world are bobbing, Then's the time for orchard-robbing; Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling, Were it not for stealing, stealing. my entry from last week was featured at share your cup thursday today and that is very lovely indeed and there is a wonderful givaway going on at share your cup as well today little things thursday thursday favorite things