Rumplestilt’s Kin
Once upon a time there was a man called Rumplestilt
Who had a son (an unnamed one) -- his lonely kin in the home he had built
The boy was small, not tall at all, and could fit on the end of a spoon
And his father made him a spoon-swing near a bonfire under the moon
“The boy had a gift from the gods” they would say
His hands could spin gold from plain straw and hay
But all Rumplestilt’s kin longed for in life
Was a child with whom he could laugh and play
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