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  Laugh’d every goblin 
When they spied her peeping: 
Came towards her hobbling, 
Flying, running, leaping, 
Puffing and blowing, 
Chuckling, clapping, crowing, 
Clucking and gobbling, 
Mopping and mowing, 
Full of airs and graces, 
Pulling wry faces, 
Demure grimaces, 
Cat-like and rat-like, 
Ratel- and wombat-like, 
Snail-paced in a hurry, 
Parrot-voiced and whistler, 
Helter skelter, hurry skurry, 
Chattering like magpies, 
Fluttering like pigeons, 
Gliding like fishes,— 
Hugg’d her and kiss’d her: 
Squeez’d and caress’d her: 
Stretch’d up their dishes, 
Panniers, and plates: 
“Look at our apples 
Russet and dun, 
Bob at our cherries, 
Bite at our peaches, 
Citrons and dates, 
Grapes for the asking, 
Pears red with basking 
Out in the sun, 
Plums on their twigs; 
Pluck them and suck them, 
Pomegranates, figs.”—
Christina Rossetti [1830-1894]