The Hob
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How we danced, when we saw What was going on, out the door. Over there, the hob works His broom sweeping Out the dust.
No chores for me When the Hob is about I wish he’d come often To our house
“Look away quick!” Mum shouts from the kitchen “The Hob disappears if you see him. He only works if he has No thanks
Unlike me Who likes a grateful Hug Every now And then.”
Give your loved ones a grateful hug For being there for you.
Poem by Jessica Symons Artwork and Folklore research by Hannah Mosley Narrated by Jessica Symons
