Post by rrw on Oct 9, 2006 17:13:04 GMT -6
The Gobbly Goom
The evening moon is burning bright
The door is locked-up nice and tight
The world outside turns dark with gloom
Beware dear children the Gobbly Goom
He stalks on leggies made of clay
His face is yellow with decay
His breath smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty old brute is the Gobbly Goom
When midnight comes he roams the streets
He looks for children bad to eats
The child who doesn't clean his room
Is'a tasty treat for the Gobbly Goom
I heard there was a boyish brat
As dirty as a sewer rat
And late one night he met his doom
Carried away by the Gobbly Goom
There was a little girl they say
Who always had to have her way
She never learned to sweep a broom
Guess what? Yup!
She got served up as brunch to the Gobbly Goom
So all my little ones take care
Mind your manner and comb your hair
Do all the things good children do
Or the Gobbly Goom will come for you!
The evening moon is burning bright
The door is locked-up nice and tight
The world outside turns dark with gloom
Beware dear children the Gobbly Goom
He stalks on leggies made of clay
His face is yellow with decay
His breath smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty old brute is the Gobbly Goom
When midnight comes he roams the streets
He looks for children bad to eats
The child who doesn't clean his room
Is'a tasty treat for the Gobbly Goom
I heard there was a boyish brat
As dirty as a sewer rat
And late one night he met his doom
Carried away by the Gobbly Goom
There was a little girl they say
Who always had to have her way
She never learned to sweep a broom
Guess what? Yup!
She got served up as brunch to the Gobbly Goom
So all my little ones take care
Mind your manner and comb your hair
Do all the things good children do
Or the Gobbly Goom will come for you!
yes!
