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Under a toadstool / Crept a wee Elf, / Out of the rain / To shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, / Sound asleep, / Sat a big Dormouse / All in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, / Frightened, and yet / Fearing to fly away / Lest he get wet.
To the next shelter -- / Maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf / Smiled a wee smile,
Tugged till the toadstool / Toppled in two.
Holding it over him / Gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home / Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse -- / "Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool? " / Loud he lamented.
-- And that's how umbrellas, / First were invented.