There’s a goblin in the closetThere is a goblin on your arm.There’s a goblin right behind you,Though he don’t mean any harm.

There’s a goblin with a grinding stoneA goblin with an axIs half your lunch meat missing?That’s just a Goblin tax

Goblins are unpredictableOr so we have been told.Too Peculiar and eccentricAnd difficult to mold.

There’s a goblin asking questionsThere are goblins reading books.There are goblins drinking absintheAnd Babbling like brooks.

Goblins! Goblins! PEW PEW PEW!Zap them with lasers! Broil in stew!Goblins goggling, giggling, jiggingIn the poop deck! In the rigging!

Oh, Goblins, Goblins, let me think
At madness, I was at its brink
But if Madness is a long, deep cliff
They’ve driven me over in an icy skiff.

Goblins! Goblins! You’re too weird!
You’re six feet tall but in my beard.
At least you’ve lost this particular race:
You are not in cyberspace.

Unless I’m foolish. Did I forget?
Did I post this to the Internet?
Did I accidentally permit
Them on the Web, a little bit?

….well, sure, now I see your frustration.
There’s Universal Goblination.
Goblins, Goblins, eek! Forsooth!
You can connect you Goblins with bluetooth.

Now Goblins this, and Goblins thus:
Goblins are ubiquitous
Well, what is, is. And what ain’t, ain’t.
It’s time to buy a LOT of green paint.

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