An Elf sat on a twig, <br />He was not very big, <br />He sang a little song, <br />He did not think it wrong; <br />But he was on a Wizard's ground, <br />Who hated all sweet sound. <br /> <br />Elf, Elf, <br />Take care of yourself. <br />He's coming behind you, <br />To seize you and bind you <br />And stifle you song. <br />The Wizard! The Wizard! <br />He changes his shape <br />In crawling along-- <br />An ugly old ape, <br />A poisonous lizard, <br />A spotted spider, <br />A wormy glider <br />The Wizard! The Wizard! <br />He's up on the bough <br />He'll bite through your gizzard, <br />He's close to you now! <br /> <br />The Elf went on with his song, <br />It grew more clear and strong; <br />It lifted him into air, <br />He floated singing away, <br />With rainbows in his hair; <br /> <br />While the Wizard-Worm from his creep <br />Mad a sudden leap, <br />Fell down into a hole, <br />And, are his magic word he could say, <br />Was eaten up by a Mole.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-elf-singing/
