A Peculiar Picnic
At a stone table beneath a leafy tree
Sipping slowly from a cup of hot tea
Sat a funny looking fellow
With hair of orange and skin of yellow
His eyes were of the lightest green
A pointy long nose stuck out between
Below the shade of the towering oak
The fellow stood, and smiled and quietly spoke
‘Please join me at my picnic table
I will feed you well for I am able
To provide you with the finest tea
Please share my food come sit with me’
He gave me some cake, and some strawberry flan
But who was this funny little man?
His clothes were cut from the finest silk
And in his tea he would take no milk
I sat and drank one cup of tea
And he spun in his chair and smiled with such glee
He opened a box containing four pies
I gazed at the contents, a feast for the eyes!
‘There is blueberry, blackberry, apple and such’
But he waved a long finger and said
‘Do not touch!’
Those fingers were long, and his nose was sharp
And he entertained by playing the harp
He asked for me to give a request
A special treat as an honoured guest
I thought for a moment, then named my choice
But when he sang he had such a terrible voice
The birds in the trees would not join in
They flew from their nests from the terrible din
I was glad when he finished so I gave him a clap
Oh what an amusing little chap
