Author's note: This story is dedicated to conorp, whose appreciation for these stories is the very reason I write them in the first place.
The Ballad of the Blue Elf: The Tale of Stallion
Stallion was a little baby elf
You could hold him in the palm of your hand.
He gave a long and lonesome cry,
"Gonna be a runnin' elf, Lawd Lawd,
Gonna be a runnin' elf."
They took Stallion to the racetrack,
Put him in the lead to run,
The road was so long, Stallion was so short,
That he laid down his Wing Boots and he cried,
"Lawd, Lawd,"
Laid down his Wing Boots and he cried.
Stallion started on the right track,
The automobile started on the left,
"Fo' I'd let that automobile beat me down,
I'd run my fool self to death, Lawd Lawd,
Run my fool self to death."
Stallion told his referee,
"An elf ain't nothin' but an elf,
Fo' I let your automobile beat me down
I'll die with these Wing Boots on my feet, Lawd Lawd,
Die with these Wing Boots on my feet."
Now the referee told Stallion,
"I believe my road's a-quakin'."
"Stand back, referee, and doncha be afraid,
That's nothin' but my Wing Boots burnin' wind,
Lawd Lawd,
That's nothin' but my Wing Boots burnin' wind."
Stallion told his ref'ree,
"Look yonder, boy, what do I see?
Your automobile's done been cut off by me,
And you can't run like me, Lawd Lawd,
You can't run like me."
Stallion runnin' on the racetrack,
Til' the soles of his Wing Boots caught on fire,
He ran so hard till he broke his po' heart,
Then he laid down his True Holy Rune and he died,
Lawd Lawd
He laid down his True Holy Rune and he died.
They took Stallion to the racetrack,
And they buried him in the dirt,
An' every car that ever gets cut on off
Flicks the elf sign of respect for Stallion, Lawd Lawd,
Flicks the elf sign of respect.
(And that's why, every time a car is cut off, they show their middle finger--the elf sign of respect)
The End