
A goblin let out a sharp hiss,
Whenever his schemes went amiss.
He’d grumble and glare,
With smoke in his hair,
Then blame it on “bad luck,” not this.
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A goblin let out a sharp hiss,
Whenever his schemes went amiss.
He’d grumble and glare,
With smoke in his hair,
Then blame it on “bad luck,” not this.