  Nine goblins, ten witches, and bad imps galore Danced round me last night and made me so sore. They pricked and they stabbed, they stung and they clawed At my poor "tum-tum," oh, my, how they gnawed. I struggled against them while trembling with fear And crying out loudly, "Oh, Mother, come here!" Just like a good fairy she came to my aid And made the bad goblins so quickly to fade Away in the darkness of "I-know-not-where," I'm sure that no children would like to go there. And as Mother petted my poor aching head She looked at me sadly and softly she said, "The imps you have seen came but at your call As you were so greedy and ate nearly all The rich candied cherries your uncle sent you |
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