I heard about this little man,
who loved to sing and whistle.
He might be short of stature
as he was all bone and gristle.
His coat of green and hat to match
with tweed pants a shade of brown.
To town he'd come to sell his goods
to the folks who wore the crown.
His shoes were soft and sturdy
with the buckles shined so bright.
But if you were not of noble blood,
be sure your anger he would ignite.
When people tried to follow him
he would disappear real quick.
First he'd turn to them and swear
in a brogue that was so thick.
Never could they catch him
and he never aged he would.
He'd just sell his fancy shoes
and mock them where they stood.
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