Way Down In Obrien Cee Threes
Way down low under the roots of the wild fern bush trees
There is an elfin village name of O’Brien Cee Threes.
Human giants do not know of this village way down low.
We are hidden under violets where the wee people glow.
O’Brien Cee Threes houses elves, faeries and brownies too.
Once in a while we will confiscate a large giant’s shoe.
If his foot be big enough, an apartment house can be made.
We fey love apartments down in this tiny wholesome glade.
Once upon a dream time, a giant threw out a teapot.
The Sandersons who had six children drew the lucky lot.
They have fixed that teapot into the cutest house of all.
We are all safe in O’Brien Cee Threes, where the dew doth fall.
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