There\'s a story to be told for a spiteful child
Who picks on the creatures and all things wild
It\'s a simple tale with truth to be told
And though for the young the wisdom is old......
At the bottom of the garden
In a thorny bush
Lives some forest elves
With fiendish looks
They will try and trick you
To play with them
But never think that they\'ll be your friends
For these tricksy little fellows
Only 12 inches tall
Can enslave and ensnare you with a single call
And then you\'ll be held against your will
While they shrink you down
\'til your one foot small.
And once they\'ve cut you down to size
Then you\'re in for a bigger surprise
Because the frogs and the slugs and the mice and the beetles
Whom you\'ve trod on and tortured will all try to eat you
And the only thing that might save poor you
Is to say that you\'re sorry for being so cruel
But your heart must mean it
because empty words
Are never ever heard by the beasts and birds
So my advice to you my cruel little child
Is to learn to respect all things wild
Because you never know who has their eye on you
The animals, the birds or the woodland elves
Be nice to the wild and it will be nice to you
And remember that nature wasn\'t made for fools
There\'s a world out there that needs to be seen
With keen, kind eyes
And with a heart less mean
And this world full of wonder will be good for you
Otherwise it will show you what it means to be cruel