Monday, December 18th 2006, by Marissa A Spencer
The Hairy Hobgoblin of Hatchet Hill
by Marissa A Spencer
In the dark night it is such a fright
To walk down Hatchet Hill
The sounds that you hear will fill you with fear
When the Goblin hunts for you
He's hairy and coarse and really much worse
Than anything you have met
In the night he will dare, he might grab your hair
When the Goblin hunts for you
Run as you might, it's too late to fight
He's bigger than you anyhow
You'll trip and then fall, whimper and bawl
When the Goblin hunts for you
You might not tell, 'cept by the smell
That his breath is on your neck
The stench is so bad, you'll almost go mad
Oh! The Goblin hunts for you !
Better get on the go, you're getting too slow
Running down Hatchet Hill
His arms wave at you, now what will you do
When the Goblin hunts for you?
He jumps in your path, now dear do the math
No use running down Hatchet Hill
He grins a sick smile and stands there awhile
The Goblin's hunt is through
You gaze at his face, it seems out of place
As you tremble on Hatchet Hill
He smiles oh so sweet and says “Trick or Treat!”
When the Goblin hunts for you.
You're bag is just handy, so you give him some candy
As you laugh on Hatchet Hill
Who'd think it was silly to run willy nilly
When the Goblin hunts for you.
He grabs his candy, and runs namby pamby
Back to the top of Hatchet Hill
You stand and you grin, to see where you've been
When the Goblin hunts for you.
© November 21,2006
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