Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter—maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
—And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
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How wonderful is this then?......Please come back Elsie....
Love Lu x
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the elf and the dormouse
From guest Elsie Alford (contact)
What a lovely surprise your website is. Now I need only find a way to expand time as I'm sure that I can search this site for many hours. Thank you so much.
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Under a toadstool crept a wee elf
From guest Monica Dalley (contact)
I am in my early 60s and my Dad use to recite this poam to me as a child,my brother recored his reciting it, now I play it to my grandchildren who just love it.
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