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!