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