In the Sixties my father was a teacher for the L. A. County School District and he was acquainted with another elementary school teacher who was throwing small “Medieval Fairs” at her school. He thought this was a novel idea and took the family to check it out. I remember it being on the school’s playground and was a “village” built out of plywood, cardboard, crepe paper and yarn. The teacher and parent volunteers, along with the school children “cast” all wore hand made costumes. It was cute but just another themed carnival put on by a grammar school.
The Realm Of Rumph
(Featuring the Haunted Mirror and Puff the Magic)
She seemed quite ethereal as we left the ball
And our chariot awaits
So I drive us past her gates up to her hidden lair
With all the pleasures promised there
But little did I dream she was not what she had seemed
Or rather was exactly that
Just my imagination sorely lacked for she had made realities
Of her romantic fantasies
The Realm of Rumph, a factory of slime
In the realm of Rumph is the circus of the mind
In the kitchen by the stove theres a tableaux to behold
Of a wizard with a whisk
While elfin fairies take the risk of being seen in broad daylight
Next to the Priestess, stood straight upright.
A sorcerer’s holding up a mirror through which the sorceress appear.
And a troll with fern green hair
Sits on the table, lost in a stare while a dragon in a pond
Bids you puff the magic wand.
The Realm of Rumph, a factory of slime
In the realm of Rumph is the circus of the mind
Little knickknacks here and there momentos of Renaissance fair.
A time and place that’s hard to find
Unless you look inside her mind. So I must soon decide
If in her world I could reside
I’ve made no vow that I must keep so I guess tonight I won’t get sleep.
But it’s only fair I stay around
And explore this land I’ve found if It’s my plan to triumph
Here, in the magic realm of Rumph
The Realm of Rumph, a factory of slime
In the realm of Rumph is the circus of the mind