The Wobblin' Goblin

was a sad little goblin who had a broken broom. When he went anywhere it would wobble in the air and his heart would fill with glue. He tried so hard to fix it every night but he just couldn't get it working right.

The wildland goblin with the broken brood Could never fly too high For right at the take-off Another piece would break off And soon he would be dangling in the sky Each evening just as he would meet But ground his radio would say Control the tar to goblin Your broomstick is wappling, you'd better make a landing ride away

It soon got so he could only ride when the witches took him piggyback Until at last he used his brain and bought himself an aeroplane So if you'll look for him on Halloween, you'll see him zip and zoom.

No harm can befall him, no longer can they call him. The Woblin' Goblin with the Broken Room. The Broken Room fly too high. For right at the take-off, another piece would break up,

and he would soon be dangling in the sky. Just as he would leave the ground, his radio would say Control tar to goblin, your broomstick is wobbling You'd better make a landing right away It soon got so he could only ride when the witches took him piggyback Until that himself, an aeroplane So if you look for him on Halloween, you'll see him zip and zoom.

No harm can befall him, no longer can they call him. The wobbling goblin with the broken brew.