With our pots and pans,
And little gold cans;
But our light caravans
Run swifter than Man’s!”
Off then went the boat, at first very pleasantly,
Smoothly and so forth, but after a while
It swayed and it swagged this and that way, and presently
Chest after chest, and pile after pile,
Of the Little Folks’ goods began tossing and rolling
And pitching like fun, beyond fairy controlling!