Wee Wishes
The idle elflings play,
While parent elves sit by,
And watch the reddened sky
Turn mauve, at end-of-day.
The happy elflings stop
As dusky twilight falls—
Their watchful mother calls—
Toward home they skip and hop.
The elflings sit and eat
A dinner of delight:
It’s thistle-broth tonight,
And deep-fried dragon-meat.
And then they go to bed
They dream of boys and girls
In trousers, skirts and curls—
They envy them instead.
But they wake up…themselves,
And shake their dreams aside,
And open eyes up wide,
And shrug, “We’re glad we’re elves!
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