Elephants rarely go hippety hop;

Most certainly, rarely do I.

But what is that peeking from yonder cloud?

What is that up in the sky?


And over there, some tiger teeth

There must be fifty or more

And wrapped around them a great big grin

Like a Cheshire. Size XL or more


And who is that creature approaching me now?

A  hippo? I think not.

Or an elephant? no,

Of that I am sure

It’s hippety,  hipping and  hop.


So that is the end, for now at least

Of this dream in a foreign land

Bring me a drum and a big bassoon

I shall leave with a marching band.

(Won’t you join me? Take my hand.)




“I’m perfectly happy with my perfect self”

Said the perfectly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing.

I never learned how to sing.”

“Sing?” Trilled the fairy with a voice so clear

“I will give you a voice we’ll all love to hear”

She waved her wand; it went “bling”

“Now let your new voice ring.”

Elf opened wide and tried his new sound

The loveliest voice so mellow, so round

Except for only one thing

He no longer wanted to sing .

“I was perfectly happy with my perfect self”

Said the formerly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing

I didn’t know how to sing.”

“Now that I’m perfect there is nothing to change

There’s nothing at all left to rearrange

Perhaps if I had some wings”

Fairy waved her wand; it went “bling”.

If you’re looking for a happy ending there is only Now. But let’s suppose that the elf is an ordinary elf much like you and I. Elf discovered that his new voice was not new at all; he had been so enamored with his new persona that he failed to notice that his fairy friend now spoke with the husky voice which had once been his and that Fairy no longer had wings. The swap was irreversible. They now must learn to accept themselves and each other or spend the rest of their days being miserable.

Elf decided that Fairy must have loved him a bushel and a peck as the old song goes and he gave her a hug around the neck as the old song continues.

“Will you marry me” he trilled.

“Yes I will, yes I will”, she croaked.

So they were married by an elfin priest in the Magical Church of Fairyland and promised to spend their lives together, loving and sharing and maybe even raising some little felves. I never did learn how it all turned out. Are they happy together? Are they together? Are they…..? if I hear anything I’ll let you know.

© Lee Broom