Ghoul Care

Sour fiend, go home and tell the Pit For once you met your master, - A man who carried in his soul Three charms against disaster, The Devil and disaster. Away, away, and tell the tale And start your whelps a-whining, Say 'In the greenwood of his soul A lizard's eye was shining, A little eye kept shining.' Away, away, and salve your sores, And set your hags a-groaning, Say 'In the greenwood of his soul A drowsy bee was droning, A dreamy bee was droning.' Prodigious Bat! Go start the walls Of Hell with horror ringing. Say 'In the greenwood of his soul There was a goldfinch singing, A pretty goldfinch singing.' And then come back, come, if you please, A fiercer ghoul and ghaster, With all the glooms and smuts of Hell Behind you, I'm you master! You know I'm still your master.