While Shepherds Washed Their Socks

While shepherds washed their socks by night
All seated on the ground
Jareth the Goblin King appeared
And glitter shone around

"Fear not " said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled minds
"I don't want you, I want those socks
From off your washing line"

"O mighty lord" a shepherd said
"Please go back to your throne
With all your power, if you want socks
Why can't you make your own?"

The king smiled slightly, then he said
"Now do I ask so much?
I just want something in my land
That's real enough to touch"

Thus spake his highness, and forthwith
Appeared a scruffy throng
Of goblins praising him with an
Extremely raucous song

They took the socks, both clean and not
And left the men in peace
But Jareth's wardrobe ever after
Smelled slightly of cheese

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