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ELVES WILL BE ELVES

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Robert Harrison

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ELVES WILL BE ELVES


THERE WAS A TINY ELF NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB,
ALL DAY HE SAT, AND SAT AND SAT UPON HIS TINY BUM.
UPON A LITTLE TOADSTOOL HE SAT, PUFFING ON A CIGGY,
“MY SON”, YOU’LL NOT GREW UP TO BE AN ELFIN BIGGY”.

(SAID HIS DAD)

BUT HE KEPT ON SITTING UPON HIS TINY, TINY BUM,
AT TIMES HE WOULD SIT UNTIL THE SIZING OF THE SUN.
FOR AS ELVES ARE WANT, HE TOOK NO NOTICE OF HIS DAD,
SMOKING ON HIS CIGGIES UNTIL HE’D SMOKED ALL HE HAD.


(WELL WHAT A TO DO)

OH LACK A DAY AND WOE IS ME THE LITTLE ELF DID TO CRY,
WHAT AM I TO DO ABOUT MY CIGGIES, MY PIGGY BANK IS DRY.
IF I AM TO BE A BIGGY WHEN I AM OLDER AND ALL GROWN UP,
IT’S TIME I TOOK MY DADS ADVICE AND GAVE THE CIGGIES UP.

(AND AS THE STORY GOES)

I SUPOSE YOU THINK THAT OUR LITTLE ELF GREW UP TO BE A BIGGY,
HE SHUNNED THEM, WHENEVER TEMPTED TO LIGHT ONE MORE CIGGY.
FOR HE DID AS HE HAD PROMISED AND NO CIGGIES WOULD HE LIGHT.
BUT CONTINUE TO SIT AND SIT AND PUFF AWAY AT HIS DADS OLD PIPE.


THE MORAL OF THIS..COUGH.. LITTLE TALE..COUGH..IS WH..COUGH..
WHATEVER..COUGH, COUGH,COUGH, COUGH .THESE CIGGIES WILL KILL ME.
 
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