The wee-est little elf!
Sitting under a mudhroom tall---
'Twas taller than himself!
"How do you do, little elf?" I said.
"And what do you do all day?"
"I dance 'n fwolic about", said he
" 'N scuttle about and play."
"I s'prise the butterflies, 'n when
a Katydid I see,
'Katy didn't!" I say, and he
says, 'Katy did!' to me.
"I hide behind my mushroom stalk
when Mr. Mole come froo,
'N only just to fwightne him
I jump oput and say 'Boo!'
" 'N then I swing in a cobweb swing
up in the ait so high,
'N the cwickets chirp to sing
'Upsy-dasiy-die!'
" 'N then I play with the baby chicks;
I call them, chick, chick, chick!
'N what do you think of that?" said he.
I said, "It makes me sick."
"It gives me sharp and shooting pains
to listen to such drool."
I lifted up my foot,
and squashed the God damned little fool.
