The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy

Moral: No Moral. Suggest us a moral of this fable in comment section.
“Give me a son, grant me an heir!”
The fairies granted her the prayer.
And to the partial parent’s eyes
Was never child so fair and wise;
Waked to the morning’s pleasing joy,
The mother rose and sought her boy.
She found the nurse like one possessed,
Who wrung her hands and beat her breast.
“What is the matter, Nurse—this clatter:
The boy is well—what is the matter?”
“What is the matter? Ah! I fear
The dreadful fairy has been here,
And changed the baby−boy. She came
Invisible; I’m not to blame
She’s changed the baby: here’s a creature!—
A pug, a monkey, every feature!
Where is his mother’s mouth and grace?
His father’s eyes, and nose, and face?”
“Woman,” the mother said, “you’re blind:
He’s wit and beauty all combined.”
“Lord, Madam! with that horrid leer!—
That squint is more than one can bear.”
But, as she spoke, a pigmy wee soul
Jumped in head−foremost through the key−hole,
Perched on the cradle, and from thence
Harangued with fairy vehemence:
“Repair thy wit—repair thy wit!
Truly, you are devoid of it.
Think you that fairies would change places
With sons of clay and human races—
In one point like to you alone,
That we are partial to our own;
For neither would a fairy mother
Exchange her baby for another;
But should we change with imps of clay,
We should be idiots—like as they.”

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