The Wee Sprite

Once upon a time In a land full of grime All smelled awful and sour Not even the scent of a flower Grew more wretched by the hour Like a beast intent to devour The people were in despair Warlords were everywhere No one knew how to repair They recoiled with a blank stare Along came a wee sprite filled with hope and delight A sling shot in hand took command Shot the largest beast in his cyclops eye That huge villain started to cry The wee sprite dried his eye Shown compassion he let out a sigh After that he began to try Slowly each warlord followed suit Eventually all did recruit Today the landscape is Full of Bloom No longer filled with a sense of doom Thanks to a wee sprite who did what was right