These little people live here in the wood,
So simple and sincere among the trees,
In setting natural for such as these.
They live there where they know that life is good.
Some think that they are magic’ly possessed,
Because that’s what the legends have foretold.
Along with a huge hidden pot of gold,
They’ll disappear whenever they’re distressed.
But if you win their trust with winsome ways,
They’ll bless you with whatever you may wish,
And then you know you’re in for better days.
They’ll lift their hands and wave a magic swish,
Then “poof”, it will delight you and amaze.
You’ll never be again impoverished