These cute things magically appeared overnight from the deluge of
rain we've had this week. They pop open like tiny patio umbrellas in
the sunlight. Or maybe it's the elves, from our "knock on wood"
trees, who open them and take cover from the rain or sizzling sun.
Riding his awkward pair of haunchy legs
That weird long-eared Elf
Wobbling down the highway
Don't overtake him, don't try to drive past him,
He's scatty, he's all over the road.
He can't keep his steering, in his ramshackle go-cart,
His big loose wheels, buckled and rusty,
Nearly wobbling off
And all the screws in his head wobbling and loose
And his eyes wobbling