The Imp Fairy


"red imp you stink"
always tossing ink
Goodfellow's worth no trouble
er he goes errs left rubble
shine a shoe change a face
he moves at a startling pace
to and fro from king to queen
causing so much mischief inbetween
naughty then nice then nice again only to be naughty
will soon pay the price
when that knavish Puck will soon get mucked
so with mighty grin and no sin
mended all is well
by Robin Goodfellow


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