King of the Goblins

He's the King of the goblins and should you displease He'll pickle your eyebrows and eat them with cheese Or cut you to pieces then boil your head And mop up the gravy with slices of bread But should you avoid this nobles displeasure He will show you his strong room with all its fine treasure Then returning above from the dark dungeons gloom To the marble clad walls of the stately throne room He will smile to his courtiers and wink with one eye And you know deep inside that you're certain to die For no one's allowed to return and proclaim The things that go on in the goblin kings name