That thing, give it to me, please
Your shiny clicky click-clack
The faceted rock I want to squeeze
A precious stone, your plastic jewels,
Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot?
I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties
To put them in my mouth
You can’t possibly need them all, so
Give them to me now.

Oh what’s that? I run away,
Your shinies are safe today
Distraction has won out.
I fall into the trap you laid
Though your companions doubt
It would have worked if not for these
Little pretty rocks called beads
Stretchy stringy things
Oh if only I could focus.
If only I weren’t so lost
In the fog of distraction
Would that I could win against you
I’d be the richest ‘blin

If only I could focus
Bested once again
By these tricksy humans
And their med-el-en
Perhaps I’d sneak upon them
In the deepest night
And steal their lovely trinkets
Hiding out of sight
Or maybe I could find a dragon
With the humans slayed
I could win the right to take
Their things once Dragon’s paid

Oh a deal with dragons that’d be good
For protection and some food
But why did I want dragon’s help?
Oh right to take a flight?
A shiny! [The sound of falling]
[The goblin hits the ground]
[Distracted once again,
This time left unfound]