(to my little elf)Come, little goblin
Let me cup
Your grinning chin
Only your elfin nature
Can make plain
Humor me
With your trots
And banters
Dance to me
At the beat
Of your drums
Let’s tiptoe
To the marshes,
The grassy nook,
And the windy hills.
Be my fiddler
For a day
Tickle
My unease away
At every pluck
Of every string
Of every fill
Let me doze off
To every jazzy strain
Whisk me away
To a small green pasture
Where I lay in a trance
Feeding on every
Hush and wind blows
My world has forgotten
Long time ago.
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