Posted by Doctor M on September 11, 1999 at 10:27:24:
...braised slowly on the GAS range, that is. All this gnome
business reminds Doctor M. of a poem that she came across
many light years ago, of which she was particularly fond:
How To Treat Elves
by Morris Bishop
I met an elf man in the woods,
The wee-est little elf!
Sitting under a mushroom 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...
"'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 shootings pains
To listen to such drool!"
Then I lifted up my foot, and squashed
The little fool!
Oh, I know -- it's terribly sweet and sentimental, but that's
Doctor Mary all over!
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