Peppermill II
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Our dear little ear goblin
Barely standing half an inch
Renowned in nobility of form
Has found himself to be lonesome.

Observe, precious friend
This fine ear before you
Explore its folds, good ear goblin
Perhaps love rests inside?

None, sadly, but still wax
Which is a prize in itself
Treasure it, ear goblin
And remain resolute.

Rows of sleeping children
Have you seen so many ears?
One by one, inspected
Still no love for ear goblin.

What is the good of ears
And so much wax, unshared?
Ear goblin could remain in bed
Yet our friend carries forward.

Countless ears, searching on
Meeting people is hard these days
Can you hear us, ear goblin?
You are not alone.

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