When the first baby/ laughed for the first time,/ his laugh broke into a million pieces,/ and they all went skipping about./ That was the beginning/ of fairies."" Children who can swallow the J. M. Barrie fancy that opens this wispy collection may or may not gag on the rest of the stale, saccharin-loaded goop. But there's no reason why they should be fed such stuff as the ""Anonymous"" musings about sailing off on a leaf to Fairyland. . . or May Justus' description of a fairy house with its "". . . hammock made of spider lace. . . swinging to and fro/ To rock the fairy babies in at sleepy time, you know"". . . or Barbara Hales' ungrammatical request that the rain drops ""leave the fairies be"". . . or Rachel Field's inventory of the buckles and buttons and pockets acquired during ""The Seven Ages of Elfhood."" If this is the alternative, bring on Big Bird and Miss Piggy.