I’d like to be an elven wife

With golden hair, and ruby knives,

Never needing to bare a tyke

For stolen ones work just as fine.

Elysian fields of lavender flowers

Just across the fairy towers;

Gowns with splatters of silver and gold

In the closets, neatly fold.

Mansions made of tree and bark

Right beyond the mist and dark

Elven wives can marry three

For all of eternity.

Oh i’d like to be an elven wife

With golden hair, and ruby knives;

With no care in this magic place

An elven wife’s and husbands embrace.