Hobgoblins or Humbug?
There once lived an old gentlewoman in the woods,
And a young maiden always brought her weekly goods.
One evening, the two found themselves by the fireplace;
Over their arms and necks, spreading goose-bumps did encase.
‘Miss Wanda,’ the maid said, ‘you seem perturbed.’
‘Nonsense!’ replied Miss Wanda, ‘I’m not disturbed!’
Meanwhile, outside, there was a rustling in the brush.
Then, after a moment or two, the noise would hush.
‘Might that be a loathsome hobgoblin creeping outside?’
‘Hobgoblins are a humbug!’ yelled Miss Wanda with pride.
‘Why do you doubt?’ the maiden asked with much concern.
‘Hobgoblins are a humbug, and this you must learn!’
They waited in silence, and the red twilight dwindled.
The two locked the doors, and the fire they rekindled.
Three forceful knocks then summoned their attention at once.
‘It is us,’ the maid muttered, ‘the hobgoblin confronts.’
‘Hobgoblins are a humbug!’ old Miss Wanda cried.
But when the door burst open, her heart nearly died.
She was seized and dragged into the night—
Her maid thus screamed and quickly took flight.
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