EIGHTY-FOUR
Where does my master dwell, to-day,
And what does he demand?
Whatever mischief that he asks, good fae,
We must surely command!
And does the wind ask, "Who are you,
To say such an odd thing?"
I'll give no answer, but a clue,
So that my name you must sing.
When as my fellow elves and I
In circled ring do trip around,
If that our sports by any eye
Do happen to be seen or found:
If that they
No words do say,
But mum continue as they go,
Each night I do
Put goat in shoe,
And wind out laughing, ho, ho, ho!
[ooc I hate writing poetry and have no skill with iambic pentameter or old English, so please bare with me. Italics = Bill Shakey or Writer Unknown. Lastly, placeholder, comments may be sporadic/late.]
And what does he demand?
Whatever mischief that he asks, good fae,
We must surely command!
And does the wind ask, "Who are you,
To say such an odd thing?"
I'll give no answer, but a clue,
So that my name you must sing.
When as my fellow elves and I
In circled ring do trip around,
If that our sports by any eye
Do happen to be seen or found:
If that they
No words do say,
But mum continue as they go,
Each night I do
Put goat in shoe,
And wind out laughing, ho, ho, ho!
[ooc I hate writing poetry and have no skill with iambic pentameter or old English, so please bare with me. Italics = Bill Shakey or Writer Unknown. Lastly, placeholder, comments may be sporadic/late.]