Golden King of marsh and swamp, Reigning in your springtime pomp, Hear the little elves you've found Trespassing on royal ground:-
"Please, your Kingship, we were told Of your shining cups of gold; So we came here, just to see - Not to rob your Majesty!"
Golden Kingcup, well I know You will smile and let them go! Yet let human folk beware How they thieve and trespass there:
Kingcup-laden, they may lose In the swamp their boots and shoes! |
|