waddle ~ a decima

Waddle as fast as you can momand stay behind me real closeJust past the moor, the story goes…That small secret elven kingdom,T’was uprooted in last night’s stormLet’s go back home to get elves moreof the green leek cake I adoreLook! the dark blue sky..it leaks!And even if I puff my cheeksI’ll get drenched. Let’s fly … Continue reading waddle ~ a decima