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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nine Little Goblins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They all climbed up on a high board-fence--<br>Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--<br>Nine little Goblins that had no sense,<br>And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;<br>And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat--<br>And I asked them what they were staring at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the first one said, as he scratched his head<br>With a queer little arm that reached out of his ear<br>And rasped its claws in his hair so red--<br>'This is what this little arm is fer!'<br>And he scratched and stared, and the next one said,<br>'How on earth do _you_ scratch your head?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge--<br>Laughed and laughed till his face grew black;<br>And when he choked, with a final twinge<br>Of his stifling laughter, he thumped his back<br>With a fist that grew on the end of his tail<br>Till the breath came back to his lips so pale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the third little Goblin leered round at me--<br>And there were no lids on his eyes at all--<br>And he clucked one eye, and he says, says he,<br>'What is the style of your socks this fall?'<br>And he clapped his heels--and I sighed to see<br>That he had hands where his feet should be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a bald-faced Goblin, gray and grim,<br>Bowed his head, and I saw him slip<br>His eyebrows off, as I looked at him,<br>And paste them over his upper lip;<br>And then he moaned in remorseful pain--<br>'Would--Ah, would I'd me brows again!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then the whole of the Goblin band<br>Rocked on the fence-top to and fro,<br>And clung, in a long row, hand in hand,<br>Singing the songs that they used to know--<br>Singing the songs that their grandsires sung<br>In the goo-goo days of the Goblin-tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever they kept their green-glass eyes<br>Fixed on me with a stony stare--<br>Till my own grew glazed with a dread surmise,<br>And my hat whooped up on my lifted hair,<br>And I felt the heart in my breast snap to<br>As you've heard the lid of a snuff-box do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they sang 'You're asleep! There is no board-fence,<br>And never a Goblin with green-glass eyes!--<br>'Tis only a vision the mind invents<br>After a supper of cold mince-pies,--<br>And you're doomed to dream this way,' they said,--<br>'_And you sha'n't wake up till you're clean plum dead!_'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--
Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
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