There once was this elf
Now let's just call him roy
Though he was grown man
He was the size of a little boy
He was supposed to try new toys
That was made for the kids
But each of them got broken
Because he got carried away at what he did
So roy was sent to tend to the reindeer
And clean and shine up the sleigh
Then he got the bringt idea
That he could ride it one day
So he hooked up the reindeer
And climbed into the sleigh
But crashed it into the barn
As he was headed up and away
So santa reassinged him
to the cleaning crew
Now he cleans up after elfs
Who make thing for me and you
So that's the story of the elf
The one that we call roy
You can't trust him with anything
Especially you're precious toy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem