THE ELFIN FAIR

A gay and a good old woman Once went to an Elfin Fair And all that most fit is for Fairs in the cities And is told of in ditties And sung of in songs, was there Grown teeny tiny O. ’Twas down by the red rose bushes (She picking her way between) And the first thing she found was a Merry-go-round To the scarlet top of a tulip bound, In the midst of a Village Green Grown teeny tiny O!

There was a Strong Man lifting An acorn up, cup and all; And a peddler, it seems, crying, “Honey of Dreams! Threepence a cup, O brightly it gleams!” And the Gentry were giving a Ball, Grown teeny tiny O. The Photygraph Man was snapping them all (And the Villagers) one by one, Or else in a group; with his waddle and stoop, And his head in a cloth, and his legs like a hoop, By the aid of the laughing Sun Grown teeny tiny O.

But the Farmers were down by a Paddock Where of all unusual things, A real Carrot stood, as big as a wood, And rooting around it all pleasant and good, Were wee little Pigs with Wings, Grown teeny tiny O! Right there was her own good Landlord, Though she doubted the thing herself Till to him she ran, and cried, “Mr. McCann! Whatever on earth are you doing, my man, With Wings and a Coat like an Elf— Grown teeny tiny O!”