Rats gnawing cables in two--
Moths making holes in a cloak--
How they must love what they do!
Yes--and we Little Folk too,
We are busy as they--
Working our works out of view--
Watch, and you'll see it some day!

No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we'll guide them along,
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you--you will die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!

_We are the Little Folk, we, etc._




THE STRANGER


The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind.
But he does not talk my talk--
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,