The lovely lady who wrote There Once Was A Puffin, Florence Page Jaques, also wrote a fun poem titled, A Goblinade, and I thought it worth sharing with all of you fans of her work.

A Goblinade by Florence Page Jaques

A green hobgoblin,
Small but quick,
Went out walking
With a black thorn stick.

He was full of mischief,
Full of glee,
He frightened all
That he could see.

He saw a little maiden
In a wood.
He looked as fierce
As a goblin shoulder.

He crept by the hedge row,
He said, “Boo!”
“Boo!” laughed the little girl,
“How are you?”

“What!” said the goblin,
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“I think you’re funny,”
Said the maid.

“Ha!” said the goblin,
Sitting down flat.
“You think I’m funny?
I don’t like that.

“I’m very frightening.
You should flee!”
“You’re cunning,” she said,
“As you can be!”

Then she laughed again,
And went away.
But the goblin stood there
All that day.

A beetle came by, and
“Well?” it said.
But the goblin only
Shook his head.

“For I am funny,”
He said to it.
“I thought I was alarming,
And I’m not a bit.

“If I’m amusing,”
He said to himself,
“I won’t be a goblin,
I’ll be an elf!

“For a goblin must be goblin
All the day,
But an elf need only
Dance and play.”

So the little green goblin
Became an elf.
And he dances all day,
And he likes himself.