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The three goblins were here to stay I’m afraid
They made work for us all and we don’t have a maid
The prophecy came true, yes, this story was forbade.
Told to me one warm day with a cold lemonade.

They were mighty these three, messy and funny
One of them went by the moniker of Sunny
The other two were Ratty and Brat-Honey
They were always broke, stealing our money

They stole our dollars, our nickels, quarters too
They took Gram’s secret stash right out of her shoe.
What can we offer? What can we do?
Asked the whole family – thinking I knew….

I pondered the goblins for a fortnight at least.
They stole our livestock, every last beast.
Where they squirreled them away none of us knew.
When we tried to focus, they would disappear too!

Come on Goblins, I said. I know you will listen to reason.
Sunny began snickering ‘cause it was the fur season.
I begged them all to come out for a little heart-warming chat.
Coaxing them with little gloves and mittens, and a jazzy new hat.

They sat in the teacups, and dunked their cookies in deep.
They sat and they listened and made not a peep.
We became friends, those goblins and I.
We came to an agreement over gooseberry pie.

I will make them costumes complete with feathered hats.
They will return the livestock, and come to all my chats.
We will respect each other and be friends forever more
Now these little goblins I truly kind of adore….

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