There's a hole in the ground where the water runs through.
It rushes down, down, like sand through a sieve
And it trickles through the cave
Where the goblins live.
On a moonlight night there's an awesome sound
When the goblins creep and crawl
from their hole in the ground.
They stomp and they snarl, They hiss and they boo,
And they dance around the hole Where the water runs through.
Dance, dance, by threes and by twos,
You crusty old goblins in your pointy little shoes.
Dance, dance, till the sky turns blue,
And then tumble down the hole
Where the water runs through.
So you'd better be careful if you're walking by the slough
When the fireflies glimmer and the moon does too.
A rustle in the bushes means the goblins are there,
And they'll pepper you with pine tar
And tangle up your hair.
They'll grab you by the ear and make you listen to their moans,
And the noises coming out of them will rattle all your bones.
It's a terrible cacophony, a horrifying din
When from underneath the buckbrush
The gnomes join in!
Dance, dance, by threes and by twos,
You crusty old goblins in your pointy little shoes.
Dance, dance, till the sky turns blue,
And then tumble down the hole
where the water runs through.
Happy Halloween!
