She's the fairies' midwife. She's no
bigger than the stone on a city councilman's ring. She
rides around in a wagon drawn by tiny little atoms, and she rides
over men's noses as they lie sleeping. The spokes of her
wagon are made of spiders' legs. The cover of her wagon is
made of grasshoppers' wings. The harnesses are made of the
smallest spiderwebs. The collars are made out of moonbeams. Her whip
is a thread attached to a cricket's bone. Her wagon driver
is a tiny bug in a gray coat; he's not half the size of a
little round worm
that comes from the finger of a lazy young girl.