The Imp.

You may call him an imp,
    Or a gnome or a sprite;
And whate'er you call him
    You are sure to be right.

He is here, he is there,
    He will never stay long;
If you think he is caught,
    You are sure to be wrong.

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Dinah.

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The Highlander.

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Dame Crump.

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Jujuba.

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