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 wildling 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 Achievement just as he would meet, but ground his radio would say Control tar to goblin, your broomstick is wopling, 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 look for him on Halloween, you'll see him zip and zoom. No harm can befall him, no longer can they call him.

The wobbly goblin with the broken room. To hike 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 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. No wobbling goblin with a broken groove.