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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
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And what does he demand?
Possibly a quickie.
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And not for idle fools.
To give an answer worth our chat,
You must follow the rules.
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And grind his teeth at fate.
I, however, am no suck Puck,
Advantage shan't be late.
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
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I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
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Out from it born an entertaining mess.
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The travelers journeymen will walk and go;
To fool them is a jest amusing,
All the while, laughing, ho ho ho!
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So you're some kind of jester?
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When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl.
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