"Of all Creatures" by Alexis Paige Millan

Listen, my son, come listen to me, and I’ll tell you of all the creatures that be.

The Fairies flirt,

The Dwarves, they build.

The Gnomes work hard in soil tilled.

The Brownies laugh,

And the Pixies dance,

But of all the creatures, who wears the pants

Are the Elves, surveyors, protectors of all,

Who mind all creatures, tall and small.

And care even for Men, who often as not,

Are indeed the ones to spoil the plot.

Though men often work, they don’t often think.

And often they’ve had too much to drink.

And who, then, will come to their aid,

When all hope is lost, and no progress made?

The Elves only laugh at these simple folk,

And brush them off, and give them a poke

In the right direction, for Men, you see,

Are better to follow than they are to lead.

The Elves know what the Men cannot see,

The Man to lead men is not a He, but a She.