The Seven Ages of Elf-hood by Rachel Field
When an Elf is as old as a year and a minute
He can wear a cap with a feather in it.
By the time that he is two times two
He has a buckle for either shoe.
At twenty he is fine as a fiddle,
with a little brown belt to go round his middle.
When he’s lived for fifty years or so
His coat may have buttons all in a row.
If past three score and ten he’s grown
Two pockets he has for his very own.
At eighty-two or three years old
They bulge and jingle with bits of gold.
But when he’s a hundred and a day
HE gets a little pipe to play.