Excerpt from The Wit and Humor of America, Vol. 9 They all climbed up on a high board-fence Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes Nine little Goblins that had no sense, And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies; And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat And I asked them what they were staring at. And the first one said, as he scratched his head With a queer little arm that reached out of his ear And rasped its claws in his hair so red This is What this little arm is fer! And he scratched and stared, and the next one said How on earth do you scratch your head? And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge Laughed and laughed till his face grew black; And when he choked, with a final twinge Of his stifling laughter, he thumped his back With a fist that grew on the end of his tail Till the breath came back to his lips so pale. And the third little Goblin leered round at me And there were no lids on his eyes at all And he clucked one eye, and he says, says he, What is the style of your socks this fall? And he clapped his heels - and I sighed to see That he had hands where his feet should be. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.