There was an invasion of socks! At least that's the way it seemed each week after doing the laundry. As we all sat in the living room folding clothes the chatter that usually takes place in a family with four young boys was in session.

One wee little Hobgoblin all dressed in red,
Was spying on a farmhouse with mischief in this head.
“This place” said the little Hobgoblin,
“It could be lots of fun. Everything’s so clean and tidy,
and begging to be undone.”
So the wee little Hobgoblin he went to work with glee,
He let the cattle out the gate and set the piglets free,
He spilled some milk in the kitchen. And overturned the butterchurn.
He yanked the laundry off the line and caused the soup to burn.
He pinched the baby and scared the cat and had the mostest fun.
And when his spree was over he said “That’s a job well done!”

By Mark Shapiro

One wee little Hobgoblin all dressed in red,
Was spying on a farmhouse with mischief in this head.
“This place” said the little Hobgoblin,
“It could be lots of fun. Everything’s so clean and tidy,
and begging to be undone.”
So the wee little Hobgoblin he went to work with glee,
He let the cattle out the gate and set the piglets free,
He spilled some milk in the kitchen. And overturned the butterchurn.
He yanked the laundry off the line and caused the soup to burn.
He pinched the baby and scared the cat and had the mostest fun.
And when his spree was over he said “That’s a job well done!”

By Mark Shapiro