Disclaimer: His Tightsness, the goblins, the Underground are not mine. And I can't afford to buy them. Yet. So I just steal them occasionally.
Note: Seussness! Muchmuch Seusness! You're going the wrong way… The path you take will lead to certain destruction…
Baby-Sitting Goblins
Or
Why I Should Never Be Allowed Access to A Keyboard and Caffeine at the Same Time…
Goblins, goblins all around
All escaped from goblin town.
In the car and on the floor,
I cannot stand them anymore!
But Jareth's in the south of France
Designing a new line tight, tight of pants.
Oh, what's a girl to do?
Start a goblin zoo?
No that will never do at all.
I'll just take them to the mall.
And from there to where?
Why, we'll see how Mr. Gates shall fare.
With goblins, goblins all around-
Just now come from goblin town.
And if they leave the home of Gates?
'Tis straight unto the White House, mates.
And if they leave ol' Dubya in a bind?
Then I'll have just to leave them far behind.
Somewhere in the south of France,
Where Jareth's working on those stupid pants.
Then bonjour to them and to his Majesty,
For I'll be off and be glad to be free—
From goblins, goblins all around,
Just now out of Goblin Town.
