Classic Poem

What did I see in the woods to-day?
I saw a fairies' gipsy camp.
The tents were toadstools, brown and gray,
Among the bracken, soiled and damp.
I called on a cowslip 'mid the green,
And borrowed a bit of fairy gold,
And then I found the Gipsy Queen,
And so I had my fortune told.

Ah, yes, she told me a secret true,
That wild-eyed gipsy, brown and red;
But I may not tell it out to you,
For that would break the charm, she said.
And if you seek them by yourself
You will not find that strolling band;
They have pilfered the wild bees' hoarded pelf,
And flitted away to another land.