A lazy hobgoblin once woke in a daze
And discovered he grew several feet while he lay
In a sleep on the ground for about twenty days.
“What a height!” the hob thought in his laggardly way.
So he set off to tell in his bumbling fashion
What occurred while he slumbered and dreams filled his head
But in haste, in his yearning to talk, in his passion
He stumbled then fell, fast asleep on his bed.
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