{"id":701,"date":"2010-10-16T05:24:34","date_gmt":"2010-10-16T05:24:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=701"},"modified":"2010-10-16T05:24:34","modified_gmt":"2010-10-16T05:24:34","slug":"the-nine-little-goblins-by-james-whitcomb-riley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-nine-little-goblins-by-james-whitcomb-riley\/","title":{"rendered":"THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by James Whitcomb Riley"},"content":{"rendered":"
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James Whitcomb Riley<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS
\nby James Whitcomb Riley<\/p>\n

They all climbed up on a high board-fence?
\nNine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes?
\nNine little Goblins that had no sense,
\nAnd couldn’t tell coppers from cold mince pies;
\nAnd they all climbed up on the fence, and sat?
\nAnd I asked them what they were staring at.<\/p>\n

And the first one said, as he scratched his head
\nWith a queer little arm that reached out of his ear
\nAnd rasped its claws in his hair so red?
\n“This is what this little arm is fer!”
\nAnd he scratched and stared, and the next one said,
\n“How on earth do you scratch your head?”<\/p>\n

And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge?
\nLaughed and laughed till his face grew black;
\nAnd when he choked, with a final twinge
\nOf his stifling laughter, he thumped his back
\nWith a fist that grew on the end of his tail
\nTill the breath came back to his lips so pale.<\/p>\n

And the third little Goblin leered round at me?
\nAnd there were no lids on his eyes at all?
\nAnd he clucked one eye, and he says, says he,
\n“What is the style of your socks this fall?”
\nAnd he clapped his heels?and I sighed to see
\nThat he had hands where his feet should be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by James Whitcomb Riley 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…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-701","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=701"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=701"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=701"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=701"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}