Let me
tell you a little story
and where
would you like me to begin.
The story is of a little house
called the Crab Apple Inn.
It is a quaint little place
all magical and painted pink.
It is where you can sit and relax
and have a nice little drink.
They roll out the barrel
and they can help themselves.
Little green men in lime green shoes
They call themselves the green elves.
They're cute to watch
if you can spot them amongst the grass
dashing here, falling inadvertently
into the bottom of a glass.
Giggling, side splitting fun
in an elf kind of way
They certainly know how to party
and to blot out the day.
Flat on their backs
tummies sticking up in the air
snoring as loud as they like
with not a jot or a care.
Roll out the barrel
at the Crab Apple Inn
as long as you can put up with giggling
and the snoring din.