He trips away and trips you up
You chase him down but have no luck
For sprites are playful, running wild
Fast to flee with glee and guile
He hoots and laughs
You pant and wheeze
And chase again
Both swift as breeze
Through the forest, deeper still
You curse, he chortles on, until
He loses interest, flits away
To prank again another day
You stop right there to catch your breath
Can't catch him now; he's gone and left
You trudge back home, with feelings drear
"Your ring is gone now, Mother dear"
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It's been a while since I wrote poetry.
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