There I saw bright fairies and elves dance,
It really was only by my good chance,
I think if I’d walked with my lamp lit …
The aweful goblins would have made there hit!
The Elf King played on his magic flute,
No trumpeter was he, who liked to toot!
His music seemed to make the stars to sing …
That made far off worlds to be seen.
I thought I’d wish upon a bright blue star,
That pulsed up in the black sky so far.
Don’t know if it was the right one but still,
Seemed it would give me what I willed.
“Oh beauty, oh harmony, in the sky above
Please send to me my own true love,
Bring to me wisdom and illumination
Bestow joyful peace upon this nation.”
The Elf King, did say as he smiled at me:
“What lovely wishes! I do so agree …
My kingdom fair will become your home,
Though you are just a lowly woodland gnome!”
This can’t be right I said unto myself,
“I’m sure that I too must be an elf!
No gnomes can visit this lovely land …
Gnomes have been forever banned.”
“This is true and without a doubt …
But miracles can happen, they do come about…
You came here inside a human’s mind
And you made such wishes, oh so kind!”
The Elf King said: “This is what I have writ!
Your wishes are pure and they befit,
A lamp that lights the magic world
Of the stories I will now unfurl!”
There now was my lamp all aglow,
Before the world I soon would know …
Written in many languages, inside books
Not the half of which were storybooks.