This is a translation of a Swedish poem called "Tio små tomtenissar". Author isn't known but you can find it on Google. Translating while keeping the story intact and rhyming was hard but I did my best. See it as a late xmas gift/new year gift. Enjoy!
Ten tiny elves
Ten elves are out in the midwinter night
They walk in deep snow, not a bare spot in sight
A bear trap that's hidden
cuts one clear in middle.
The life in his body quickly runs out
But nine little elves are still out and about.
Nine little elves through a forest are striding
afraid of all dangers and ready for hiding
They listen for anything breaking the silence
prepared for it all due to elfslicing violence
An icicle falls without a sound
impales an elfheart to the ground
Outside the door there is porridge that's steaming.
"Oh wow we must eat it!" eight elves are screaming.
They near the bowl quickly, licking their lips
but one isn't careful, he stumbles and slips.
"Help me!" he screams, "But how?" they all think.
And they are all silent as they see him sink.
There are many spots to hide
where the seven get inside.
Into a corner one elf flies
the screams that follow don't sound nice
Spitting out a tiny hat
Strolls off a no more hungry cat
Six see a table with food on top
They climb with a hunger that nothing can stop
up the leg of the table, their bellies are calling
but one loses grip and is suddenly falling
It doesn't end well, it's a life lost in fact.
On the floor is our elf with his cranium cracked.
Five small elves are on the table
eating all that they are able.
One of them stumbles when he jumps off a plate
and the cutlery next to it will be his fate.
He faceplants, landing on a knife
with a blade that quickly ends his life.
Four tiny elves were eating stuff first
but now they want something to cure all their thirst
They each get one cup of mulled wine
and with the warm drink most is fine.
While leaning forward one falls in
and off in flakes falls all his skin
Three elves are swinging in the tree
there's baubles and lights there to see
But one gets close to candle fire
and soon becomes a living pyre.
Soon he smells like pitch black steak
the other two start looking bleak.
Two elves try to be at ease
when one a Christmas cracker sees.
"Look there!" he says and jumps on top,
but crackers do not simply stop.
On floor and roof there is now splatter
of an elfbrain and its matter
A man up for a nightly drill
goes through the room with no ill will
But our elf who's in the room
beneath a slipper meets his doom.
The snow is a bit white but mostly red
and every single fucking elf is dead.