CLIP
Once there was a goblin and his name was Clip,
And all the naughty children he would flip.
He’d flip them high; he’d flip them low.
And if they were still naughty, then he would blow.
He’d blow them here and blow them there.
He’d blow the little children everywhere.
He blew them into the sky so black,
The naughtiest ones, they never came back.