TIRE GOBLINSHIMMER--(SOMEWHERE IN FANTSAYLAND)

Tire is the grandpa of all,

Lives near the fire flies

mall.

Tall grasses, he really

hates,

This is where the fire

fly mates.

Seen when first flowers

blossom,

He likes to play possom.                              

Lives near the fire flies

mall.

Tall grasses, he really

hates,

This is where the fire

fly mates.

Seen when first flowers

blossom,

He likes to play possom.

His colors are a delight,

Shimmers when the  

moon is bright.

Green wings, like a butter-

fly.

To teach, he really does try.

He loves riches, and wealth,

Does'nt worry about his

health.

He sleeps day and night,

Lots of rest is his delight.


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