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There’s a goblin in the closet

There 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 stone

A goblin with an ax

Is half your lunch meat missing?

That’s just a Goblin tax

Goblins are unpredictable

Or so we have been told.

Too Peculiar and eccentric

And difficult to mold.

There’s a goblin asking questions

There are goblins reading books.

There are goblins drinking absinthe

And Babbling like brooks.

Goblins! Goblins! PEW PEW PEW!

Zap them with lasers! Broil in stew!

Goblins goggling, giggling, jigging

In 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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