He stands on a tiny stool To reach toys off the shelf He is only three inches tall This cute little busy elf.
He is here, there and everywhere fetching and carrying all of his day With a smile, and then a whistle and all this for one penny per day.
But he buys buttercup tea and a mint leaf knocks it back in one big swoop Chews the mint leaf to flavour his breath Doesn't want his reputation to droop.
Got to attract the fairies, make them admire This perfect little elf that he has become He is a gentleman through and through Rich in buttercups and very handsome.
With his curly red hair framing his green hat His violet eyes, plus a little twinkle His peachy cheeks and rich rosy lips and not one sign of old age or wrinkle.
For one hundred and three, this elf is knocking on The little fairies all have a soft spot for this elf But most of all the elf has enormous standing and for that he is most proud of himself.