The Goblins are a'marching
Listen and you'll hear
Pause your mortal doings
And make your head so clear

Unperceaveable by vulgar eye
Taken away to nurse fairie child
Lingering voracious reflexion in a mirrour
Nather do I perceived Passage out
when child is wained I'll but die
I can only wish a naturall common death.

This could be me? Follow me.

Me when women:

Zoo wee mama

Kachow.