Does anyone know the full version of a poem about a elf that lived on the up most pantry shelf?

My nan used to tell me and my siblings a few old poems, one such poem was about an elf that ate all the christmas cake and got a bit drunk on all the brandy and he lived on the up most pantry shelf. There was another one about 'little nacy knock about'. If anyone knows these fabulous poems please let me know. Thanks