Melvis the monster And Elvis the elf Were hunting for books On the library shelf— One on the carpet, And one in a chair, So neither could see That the other was there. Now, Elvis was hoping To pick out a story With pictures of monsters Both friendly and scary, While Melvis was learning To read by herself, And she thought, “What I need Is the tale of an elf.” Well they sought and they searched And they searched and they sought, They pulled down the books And they thumbed through the lot, But hard as they hunted, And search…