The elves

Far away in the wood,
Be it understood,
There live little elves,
Where the tall trees meet
In the summer sweet
They have it all to themselves.
No mortal eye
Can ever espy
The revels that there they hold;
Their banquet is spread
on a mushroom head
and they drink out of a buttercup gold.
~unknown~
I rescued this old elf, one of two at an estate sale. I will give him new duds and a happy home in my garden!