They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,Īn’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘fore she knowed what she’s about!Īn’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,Īn’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!Īn’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,Īn’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,– She mocked ’em an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!Īn’ jist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide, His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl,Īn’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wuzn’t there at all!Īn’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press,Īn’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’-wheres, I guess īut all they ever found wuz jist his pants an’ roundabout:–Īn’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,Īn’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin Īn’ wunst, when they was ‘company,’ an’ ole folks wuz there, Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers,–Īn’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs, We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest funĪ-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about, Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,Īn’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,Īn’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,Īn’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep Īn’ all us other childern, when the supper-things is done, The good ones - Yes, the good ones, too and all the lovely bad ones. The sober and the silent ones the boisterous and glad ones To all the little children: - The happy ones and sad ones
Little Orphant Annie – Poem by James Whitcomb Riley After that, it was meant to be “Little Orphan Allie”, but, owing to a typsetter’s error, it gained its present title, which it’s had ever since. This poem, first entitled “Elf Child”, originally appeared in a newspaper in 1885. American Painters, John Singer Sargent-1856-1925.)
This is by one of our favorite late-19 th-early-20 th-c. We first encountered goblins as very small children when a teacher read us a poem by the American poet, James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916). In this posting, however, we’re going to stick to goblins-well, and hobgoblins-but more about those later. In this, we want to think out loud a bit about the idea of goblins in general.Īlthough the poem was entitled “Goblin Feet”, Tolkien seemed not to focus so much on goblins-there are also other creatures from the Otherworld, including fairies and gnomes and even leprechauns (not to mention bats-called by their old country name “flitter-mice”-and beetles and coneys). In our last, we were talking about JRRT’s 1915 poem, “Goblin Feet” its origins, original publication, and context.
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