Goblin Under The Stairs

When I go to get the register
There’s a goblin under the stairs.
He’s there every time I go past
My teacher doesn’t care.
He has a big domed forehead,
Sharp, yellow pointed teeth,
And when I have to go up
He tries to grab me from beneath.
He has speckled almond eyes
And crescent moons for lids.
He’s always there peeping out
Looking for us kids.
But I’m really brave;
Make myself race past.
He won’t bite my ankles
Coz I can run too fast.