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Show ELF SONQ. v u- t twfot the toes of the bird. a-doa, I tinkle the dew bells bright; 1 chuck the chin of the dimpled roe Till she laughs in the stars' dim Ught. Thegtowworm'ilampIhidelDthedaaift ; I steal the wild bee's sting; I pinch the toad till bis legs are a-cramp, And clip the beetle's wing. O ho! 0 beyl My pranks I play With never a note of warning. I set a snare for the moonbeams fait ' All wrought of spider web twine; I tangle the naughty children's hair In a snarl of rare design. i I flit through the bouse without any nouv There's never an elf so sly; I break the toys of bad little boys And the cross little girls who cry. 0 bey! O hoi 1 work them woe. Till crows the cock In the morning. -Samuel II In turn Peck In St. Nichols. |