When Elves Have Picked Your Pockets

When elves have picked your pockets, call the imps,
Who hate elves with a passion deep and dark
Since they were barred from loading up the ark
With magic mushrooms, by the elves and chimps.
They had to transport everything in blimps.
Facing conditions stormy, stern, and stark,
One of their number uttered a remark,
Profane and sharp, about an elf who limps.

Standing with you against the imps, the elves
In their turn call for imps to be restrained:
"Uncivilized, uncouth," elves have maintained,
"The imps will harm your kin, collapse your shelves,
And skew statistics. Pray protect yourselves."
Imps, too, disdain, where they have been disdained.