Classic Poem

Once to a man a goblin came
And said to him, " If you will name
Three wishes, whatsoe'er they be,
They shall be granted instantly.
Think of three things you deem the best,
Express your wish — " we do the rest. " "
" O Goblin! " cried the man, " indeed
You're just the kind of a friend I need.
Hunger and Want I've known thus far,
I fain would learn what Riches are. "
" Then, " cried the Goblin, " learn it well,
Riches are title deeds to Hell!
Now wish again. "
" Alackaday! "

Exclaimed the man. " I've thrown away,
And all for naught, a chance immense;
I only wish I had some sense! "
The Goblin waved his hand — the Dunce
To his surprise was wise for once.
And being wise, he laughed, and said:
" I am a fool — would I were dead! "

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
" Granted! " the Goblin yell'd " it's plain
You'll never be so wise again. "