On the night of the Full Moon, the Goblins come out
and search for what mischief might be about.
They look to the left, they look to the right
to see what children they can give a fright.
But all children know if there’s Goblins about
there is no reason they should cry or shout
and run to their mother to hide deep in her skirt
but rather stand proud with their loins girt.
For Goblins are only what we let them be;
there’s no need for fear if your heart is free.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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