Once a long, long time ago, in a land so far away.
There was a tiny, little man, ten pounds was all he’d weigh.
And this is the story, the one I wish to tell,
about his adventures, and the land in which he dwell.
His name was Erwin Stumplerump. He stood at two foot, three.
Around him hung a mystic cloak, that draped below his knees.
He was of Elfin heritage, with a grand and noble past.
His parents were the monarchs, of a kingdom great, and vast.
Erwin’s home was magical! It spread both far and wide,
and Erwin knew it inside out. He’d walked it side to side.
Top to bottom, here and there. And all that lie between.
There wasn’t any piece of ground, that Erwin hadn’t seen.
There was one spot that Erwin loved, far better than the rest.
And that spot was the ocean’s beach, that lies off to the west.
Erwin loved to comb the beach. What treasures could be found?
Perhaps a chest of golden coins, from a ship that ran aground!
Walking on the beach one day, a glitter caught his eye.
Could it be a treasure? Perchance was Captain Bligh’s!
He ran to investigate. What treasure could it be?
A chest of royal trinkets? The thought filled him with glee.
But alas it was not treasure. But something just as well!
It was the shimmer of the sun. Reflecting off a bell.
“What kind of bell have I found?” asked Erwin to himself.
It wasn’t just a normal bell, but one made by an Elf.
Erwin pulled the bell he’d found from it’s resting place.
And upon it’s golden body, was an etching of a face.
When it was in Erwin’s grasp, he gave the bell a shake.
He wanted to hear the sound this golden bell would make.
As soon as Erwin rand the bell, a misty cloud appeared.
Erwin quickly dropped it down, as something to be feared.
At once, within the misty cloud, a form began to shape.
Twas of a Elfin princess, with a jewel- encrusted cape.
Erwin’s eyes opened wide, he marveled at the sight.
"Who are you?" Erwin asked, "You gave me such a fright!'
The princess spoke out softly, with a voice so smooth and clear.
"You need not be frigtened, it was your fate that brought you here.
You do not have to fear me, you've freed me from the bell!
I've been trapped in it's grasp for as long as I can tell.
I am the Princess Lyria, and I owe you a great deal
Gaze upon this ring I wear, it is my father's seal.
I come from far across the sea, from the land of Emerald green,
A land of such great beauty, it's as if it were a dream.
There is a wicked wizard there. He trapped me in this bell.
By using his black magic, he cast an evil spell.
But you have broke that evil curse, by ringing of the bell,
And now I can go home again, and you can come as well! "
Erwin told the Princess, " I'm glad that you are free,
but I must stay were I belong, and here is were I'll be."
So the Princess thanked him, and went on her way.
And Erwin still walks the beach, and thinks of her each day.