Always singing about myself,
like Jean Jacques Rousseau.
—Oh no, you’re singing about yourself!
like Jean Jacques Rousseau.
—Oh no, you’re singing about yourself!
you say.—Again with the elf-
rhymes? I’ve done golf and wolf
already.
So Little Mary Bell had a fairy in a nut:
rhymes? I’ve done golf and wolf
already.
So Little Mary Bell had a fairy in a nut:
they laughed at the Devil for saying singing is a sin—
especially singing about yourself;
and the elf hopped out and the elf
especially singing about yourself;
and the elf hopped out and the elf
hopped in, and, I’ll bet you half a
crown,
the elf flushed Long John’s Devil, howling, down the drain,
not to be seen again.
So Long John sang about himself
the elf flushed Long John’s Devil, howling, down the drain,
not to be seen again.
So Long John sang about himself
all day and all night, while the
copper-kettle moon
was bright—practicing songs for a big show
that can’t go on now, because the elf
was bright—practicing songs for a big show
that can’t go on now, because the elf
has popped back into their fairy-nut.
But don’t give up!
Of all spirits, an elf is most
to be relied on to sing about itself—
themselves, yourself, himself, herself.
Of all spirits, an elf is most
to be relied on to sing about itself—
themselves, yourself, himself, herself.
