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March 20, 2012
I heard tell, just the other day
A story which no-one believes
It was about elves and goblins
Who live amongst the nettle leaves.
They stay there because they feel protected
From the hazards of the countryside
And at nightime they are joined by the fairies
Who pop in to chat and use the leaves as a slide.
They sometimes get a visit from a young rabbit
Who’s got lost going back to his warren
As he tries to escape the farmyard dog
Named McTavish, as he has a white sporran.
I don’t think I can tell you the story
It was told to me in strict confidence
By a goblin’s second cousin, once removed
Who lives on the other side of the fence.
The story caused much hilarity
Though it seemed too far fetched to me
But the sight of them falling over with mirth
Even had the pixies laughing with glee.
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