The Wibbly Elf
The sound of a flute would fill your ears
A woeful tune so full of tears
If in Wibbly Wood you stray
The place to hear this sad song play
For upon a toadstool clad in green
Is the saddest elf I have ever seen
With a tear rolling down a ruby cheek
Hear he sits each lonely week
For many years he has been down in heart
Since his sweetheart she did part
For in a fever she had died
And up to Heaven her soul did glide
So all alone was this poor elf
For he had always had such good fine health
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