under a tree, all by myself
i wrote a poem about an elf
a wizard, and a unicorn
and a princess who wished she had never been born
ergath the elf was very short
he was a mean and violent sort
filled with grievance against his fellows
and not inclined to be kind and mellow
wando the wizard was short and round
and dispensed his magic by the pound
set himself up by the side of the road
and offered to lighten travelers' loads
roger was a unicorn
of all his illusions he had been shorn
he had been a philosopher for a while
and had forgotten how to smile
the princess was a prisoner
of all who had betrayed her
she was the meekest of the meek
and tears rolled down her shadowed cheek
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