Two enjoyable poems!
An elfin gentleman came to our house;
Knocked his wee brown knuckles upon our door;
Bowed till his peaked cap swept the floor,
His shiny eyes blinked bright at me
As he asked for bread and a cup of tea,
"And plenty of honey, please," he said,
"For I'm fond of honey on my bread!"
Cross-legged he sat, with never a word,
But the old black kettle sang like a bird;
The red geranium burst in bloom
With the blaze of firelight in the room,
The china rattled on every shelf,
And the broom danced merrily all by itself.
Quick to the pantry then I ran
For to serve that elfin gentleman.
I brewed him tea, I brought him bread
With clover honey thickly spread.
One sip he took, one elfin bite,
But his ears they twitched with sheer delight.
He smacked his lips and he smiled at me.
"May good luck follow you, child!" said he.
He circled me round like a bright candle flame
Before he was off the way he came,
Leaving me there in the kitchen dim,
Sighing and staring after him,
With the fire low and the tea grown cold,
And the moon through the window sharp and old,
Only before me--instead of honey,
That bread was golden with thick-spread money!
And yet the whole day long
Employs himself most usefully,
The flower-beds among.
He is not Tom the pussycat, 
And yet the other day,
With stealthy stride and glistening eye,
He crept upon his prey.
He is not Dash the dear old dog, 
And yet perhaps, if you
Took pains with him and petted him,
You'd come to love him too.
He's not a bluebird, though he chirps, 
And though he once was black;
And now he wears a loose grey coat,
All wrinkled on the back,
He's got a very dirty face, 
And very shining eyes;
He sometimes comes and sits indoors;
He looks--and perhaps is--wise.
But in a sunny flower-bed
He has his fixed abode;
He eats the things that eat my plants--
He is a friendly TOAD! 
The Visitor by Rachel Field.
