The goblins came
And took it away
They took my soul
and sped away

Neither here nor there
They spread it everywhere
Leaving me yearning
As I drift through everywhere

Like pollen, scattered
In search of buds
So does my soul drift away

The goblins thought it funny
They might have thought it kind

But oh! If only they would scurry
To find that which once was mine

To return it to me
Oh how divine