“I’m perfectly happy with my perfect self.”
Said the perfectly happy, perfect elf
“Except for only one thing.
I never learned how to sing.”
“Sing?” Trilled the fairy with voice so clear
“I’ll give you a voice we’ll all love to hear”
She waved her wand; it went “bling”
“Now let your new voice ring.”
Elf opened wide and tried his new sound
A lovely voice so mellow and round
Except for only one thing
To his old self he wanted to cling.
“I was perfectly happy with my perfect self”
Said the formerly happy, perfect elf
“Except for only one thing
I’m a bit of a dingaling.”
“Now that I’m perfect there’s nothing to change
There’s nothing at all left to rearrange
If only I had some wings”
Fairy waved her wand; it went “bling”.
If you’re looking for a happy ending, there is only Now. But let’s suppose that the elf is an ordinary self much like you and I. Elf discovered that his new voice was not new at all; he had been so enamored with his new persona that he failed to notice that his fairy friend now spoke with the husky voice which had once been his and that Fairy no longer had wings. The swap was irreversible. They now must learn to accept themselves and each other or spend the rest of their days being miserable.
Elf decided that Fairy must have loved him
A bushel and a peck
As the old song goes
And a hug around the neck
As the old song continues.
“Will you marry me” he trilled.
“Yes I will, yes I will”, she croaked.
So they were married by an elfin priest in the Magical Church of Fairyland and promised to spend their lives together, loving and sharing and maybe even raising some little felves. I never did learn how it all turned out. Are they happy together? Are they together? Are they…..? If I hear anything I’ll let you know.