Emma Williams - The Little Goblin

The Little Goblin in the Deep Dark Wood

Bedtyme Storyie

In a little cottage in the deep dark wood
a goblin lived where goblin's should,
miles away from the nearest town
in a little house he'd painted brown.

From day to day he lives his life
in his little cottage with his goblin wife,
she tends the garden and makes his meals,
then every night he softly steals

through the trees and past the glen,
down to the sleeping town of men.
To roam along the empty streets.
looking for little children he eats.

Fat little babies with rosy cheeks
are unaware as he slowly creeps
into their rooms in the dead of night
baring his teeth ready to bite.

Juicy little babies full of milk,
with golden curls and skins of silk.
With one swift move he kills them dead
and takes them home to eat with bread.

When the day creeps back again,
the little town is caught in rain.
And in the wet street a woman weeps
for the blood-stained bed where her baby sleeps.

"He came again from the deep dark wood,
in the middle of the night, up to no good.
"He came again and took my child."
And in his little cottage the goblin smiled

as his goblin wife, meek and mild
slowly roasted the woman's child.
The bread was baked, the table was laid,
and in his little cottage the goblin stayed.

To feast off the babes of men
who lived beyond the little glen.
And as the night reached his door,
he crept to the town hungry for more.

Locking your doors will do no good
to keep out goblins from the deep dark wood.
They live beyond the little glen
and come to feast off the babes of men.