Hob the Elf

Perhaps, if you
Are very good,
You'll see a cottage
In the wood,
Where lies in comfort
Hob, the elf,
All in the cottage
By himself.
The cottage small
Is made of bark.
Inside it is
So very dark,
That when night comes
Our little elf
Puts a bright lantern
On the shelf,
And there he sits
With glasses round,
Reading his book
Without a sound.
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