Elf’s came to shake the bluebells
The elves came to shake awake the bluebells-
but first, they'd to leave the warmth of hearths.
It was a tiny hamlet covered in snow-
hidden ever so well from grizzly trolls.
O, how the Elves dance and played-
within the memories of a distant glade-
then went home brandishing a blue jewel.
Sailing back on an upturned toadstool.
They sang emptying their hearts-gold.
Like a wave, they waved goodbye
to a distant glade, tears uncontrolled.
Like a wave, they waved goodbye.
O, with a heart of winter struggle
they headed home weary but happy
they climbed the mountain entombed-
in ice; to sleep to dream and snuggle.
Knowing butterflies begin to flutter
flitter and moths are dreamy-eyed;
to discover a new star a new lover.
'So we're all left breathless to preside.
As elf's bluebells break their woodland cover
where Elfish men are ever so well hidden.
O Shangri-La in their bunks, in their hearts-
taking, another dignified, doze by the dozen.'