The Goblins Tale

We Goblins sat there on the stones
Amongst the twigs and old pine cones
Smoking pipes we’d made from wood
Stuffed with dried out leaves, smelt good.

We moaned about the days gone by
And how the youngsters never try
To get along with older folk
In fact they hardly ever spoke

We could have taught them all our tricks
Making fires with dried out sticks
Building huts no man could find
To hide away from human kind

They go out on their separate way
To be a nuisance or just play
They drive the elders up the tree
Oh why cannot they be like me?

My life’s been long and full of fun
My friends and I played in the sun
Then when it rained we stayed at home
Plotting where we next will roam.

Adventures were our daily pleasure
Hunting for a long lost treasure
With maps we made from dry dock leaves
Rolled and hidden up our sleeves

Although we knew t’was all pretend
We’d find some treasure in the end
Chains and coins lay on the ground
Lost by folk and never found.

Oh well my friends, I guess that’s it
Today I think I’ll smoke and sit
Here with my pal from years ago
It’s been a great life, don’t ya know