Down in the garden 'midst the flowers and trees
Lives a strange little creature who loves making me sneeze.
He hides in the bushes and in clement weather
Leaps onto my shoulder, tickles my nose with a feather.
He has a young friend, though I think she's his daughter
She blows dust in my eyes, making them water.
When I ask why they do it they say they're not sure
But if I manage to stop them that's hayfever cured!
And what of those noises? Those bumps in the night?
That whistling and wailing that causes us fright?
Last night I awoke while all others slept,
And down past the spare room I quietly crept.
Imagine my wonder, delight and suprise,
I paused in the doorway, scarce believing my eyes.
For there in the darkness what did there stand?
Why a grim, ghastly, gruesome, glum goblin goth band!