THE LITTLE ELF.
I met a little Elf-man, once,Down where the lilies blow.I asked him why he was so smallAnd why he didn’t grow.He slightly frowned, and with his eyeHe looked me through and through.“I’m quite as big for me,” said he,“As you are big for you.”
I met a little Elf-man, once,Down where the lilies blow.I asked him why he was so smallAnd why he didn’t grow.He slightly frowned, and with his eyeHe looked me through and through.“I’m quite as big for me,” said he,“As you are big for you.”
I met a little Elf-man, once,Down where the lilies blow.I asked him why he was so smallAnd why he didn’t grow.
I met a little Elf-man, once,
Down where the lilies blow.
I asked him why he was so small
And why he didn’t grow.
He slightly frowned, and with his eyeHe looked me through and through.“I’m quite as big for me,” said he,“As you are big for you.”
He slightly frowned, and with his eye
He looked me through and through.
“I’m quite as big for me,” said he,
“As you are big for you.”
—John Kendrick Bangs.