human
Ten good little fairies hie, To these ten good fingers nigh: Each of you reside in one Until your kindly task is done, Until by certain signs you're sure That you have made a perfect cure. Potent fairies, from this hour Exercise your utmost pow'r; Drive away the evil spell Cast on one who'll love you well!
gpt
They are all here, the wonderful little doctors! Guard them preciously; do not weary them; keep them by you and, to do all that, never give them a moment's rest so long as the sun shines in the sky. Keep on moving them--actively, rapidly--so long as you are awake. Now go, and come back to me when you are quite cured, returning me my trusty little fairies.