ALL those who see my children say,
“What sweet, what kind, what charming elves!”
They are so thoughtful, too, for they
Are always thinking of themselves.
It must be ages since I ceased
To wonder which I liked the least.
Such is their generosity,
That, when the roof began to fall,
They would not share the risk with me,
But said, “No, father, take it all!”
Yet I should love them more, I know,
If I did not dislike them so.