The Goblin Song

We've got a baby, we can feast!
We can dine three days at least
Baby blood and baby bones
Baby butter for the baby scones

Little baby feets, little baby toes
Ev’ry one of us wants the nose!
Baby’s had such very bad luck
Now into baby, we will tuck!

Eat the baby, add some salt!
Bayleaves, barley, powdered malt!
Now baby’s salted, she’s a treat
Her destiny, it’s time to meet!

Baby we need!
Baby we feed!
Eat with our teeth!
Better than beef!
Baby so soft!
Carried aloft!
Big brown eyes!
Caramelise!

He’s the goblin king
Yes, the goblin king
He’s not a myth, he’s an actual thing!
Here’s the king!
Here’s the king!
Here’s the king!
Here’s the king goblin!

We love the king
We sing ding-a-ling
And we love his chin when it’s wobbling
He likes to dine on coincidence
It fills him, builds him up, and hence!

He can eat
He can eat

500 puppies with golden fur!
Orphan boys with jet black hair!
Circus clowns with a red balloon!
He can eat me
He makes me swoon!

A banquet for a king on high
Oh little baby
Oh little baby
Say goodbye!