I’m just a wee little elf
With a wee little smile
I’ve been all around the world
Well at least half a mile
I may not be very big
I may not be very old
I may not be the strongest elf
But I’ve a heart of gold
My name is Twitsey Witsey
I’m a hundred and five years old
I live deep down in a burrow
Out of the rain and cold
And if you want to find me
This is where I’d be
In my cosy burrow
Under the old oak tree

John Guinness-©2015 Kings Lynn Norfolk UK

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