Elven Elegy

Life is not fair

For an elf way down here

When an elf way up there

Lives with jolly and cheer

Now they jeer

prod and poke

At the elf in the snow

Not that they know

But because a Fat Man

Told them so!

Yes! A fat, fat old man

With his gavel in hand

Come to tell us

What’s good, and what’s bad

’cross the land

How do you even know

Did the gods tell you so?

Up there elves think you’re god

Are you god! So you know?

You don’t know,

That I know

And yet still they believe,

You can’t help

Down here elves

See things differently,

Every elf has his way

Every way is his own,

It’s the elf with his way

Who should say

what’s condoned

Fat, fat old man

Just cause you sit on top,

With your spoiled milk beard

Stinking up the whole shop,

You think right and wrong

In your unfamished hands

Well this down here elf's back!

In his old banished lands

With this candy cane

And garland,

I will scale your high walls,

To your chair by the fire

Where the cookie crumbs fall

I will sneak like the ghost

Of Christmases past,

Silent essence of nightshade

I will drop in your glass

And if that weren't enough

For to see your breath-stopping

I'll bide by the fire

Tucked away in your stocking

And then

Fat old man

When you've drawn

your last breath

This down here elf will come up!

as the bringer of death

So then I'll have the reigns

With this slay, I'll make right

Merry Christmas to all

For it all ends tonight