Mama had a baby, it was 1932
She didn’t have much money & she didn’t know what to do
Papa was a railroad man & seldom was he seen
From living rambling on the rails of locomotive steam.
Late at night, she did lay awake & cry
Once she even prayed to God to take the babe away
Little did she know it was not God that heard her prayers
But the ears of the gobbelins hiding down below.
What of that horrid changeling thing they left to take its place?
Seething, leering, teething grin, purple eyes & greenish skin
Claws for baby fingernails, talon baby toes
Wisps of reddish auburn hair & baby beak-like nose
And if it were not queer enough to bring these things to mention
The slyly pointed spriggan ears might gather your attention
What happened to that baby taken where the gobbelins go?
Stealthily they steal away to caverns down below.
Down to goblin barter town, swap meat market underground
In a cave a tavern and a dungeon down below,
There you’ll hear the wailing sounds, in those caverns underground
Here’s what happened to the babe down where the goblins go
Fed on wax & vilest ichor, scraps of leather, slugs of liquor
Pinch the cheeks & tweak the nose, scuff the knees & stub the toes
They pulled the arms & ears so long that now the child is tough & strong
Though dirty feet & beat up face have lost their fair & pippin grace