Here it is

O here it is and there it is

O here it is! and there it is!

And no-one knows whose share it is,

Nor dares to stake a claim.

But we have seen it in the air,

A fairy, like a William pear_ With but itself to blame.

A thug it is! and smug it is;

And like a floating pug it is,

Above the orchard trees.

It has no right-no right at all

To soar above the orchard wall,

With chilblains on its knees.