The Goglins

The goggle-eyed, tongue-tied, shallow-fried Goglins,
Live a life of luxury in the grim and grotty boglands.
They warble like a lion with his head stuck in a pumpkin,
And natter like a badger being massaged by a munchkin.
They whistle and they sizzle like a frog sat on a thistle,
And they twiddle and they diddle like an ostrich with a fiddle.
They’re the goggle-eyed, tongue-tied, shallow-fried, apple-pied, purple-dyed, jellified, twelve-inch-wide Goglins.