I sat upon some tree-trunk
While waiting for my gold
Promised me by elfins;goblins young and old
I followed them,to forest glen;their magic to behold

They bid me stay for just awhile
And I would come to see
The treasures now,and later still
That they could offer me

'Round campfire bright
They danced and sang
This tiny elfin lot
And presently I found myself
In their tiny elfin pot!