A little greedy goblin called Muncho,
wanted something tasty for his luncho,
some kippers or some strawberry bubbilicious,
anything else would be more delicious
He took a walk to the sea one day,
to see where the kippers came from,
he was arrested for public gobliness
& got off with a £50 fine
He planted some seeds in a jar,
just to see if he could,
but the seeds wouldn't take,
so he left in his goblin car
He went home to his Goblin wife & kids,
with not many stories to tell,
so if you see the Goblin one day,
tell him to bathe, to hide that smell.
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