I sat upon some tree-trunk
While waiting for my gold
Promised me by elfins,goblins young and old
I'd followed them,to forest glen
Their magic to behold
They bid me stay,for just awhile
And I would come to see
The treasures now, and later still
That they could offer me
'Round campfire bright,
They danced and sang
This tiny elfin lot
And presently I found myself
In their tiny elfin pot!
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