THE LITTLE HOBLIN GOBLIN.

Taranaki Daily News, 23 November 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

THE LITTLE HOBLIN GOBLIN.

There’s a dear little Hoblin Goblin, A rollicking sort of an Elf. He lives in the midst of the Common, By his lone little goblin eelf. His home is a gaint red toadstool; A tiny one covers his head; He drinks hie tea from an acorn cup; A big chestnut shell forms his bed! If this dear little Hoblin Goblin Ever thinks he’ll a-riding go, He’s a trusty snail in the stable. (I’m afraid we should find him slow I) The Goblin jumps up on the snailshell, With a crack! of his. grass-blade whip; Then off they go at a spanking (!) pace, “Hold me tight!” says the steed, “else you’ll slip!” So if, when you’re walking one morning, The Goblin you happen to see, Remember to greet him politely— Perhaps he’ll invite you to tea, Accept such a kind invitation, You’ll have heaps of fun if you do; And then you will see all I’ve told you ' '. Is really and truly quite true!

POTATENTATE.

Reporter: “Are you Mr. Spuddle, the potato king?” Magnate: “Yes, I am; but I dislike the term. Oil kings and silver kings and so on are so common. Please call mo the Potatentate.