My friends I warn you
When to the market you go
Don't trust the goblins
For their morals are low

The goods they sell
So shiny and bright
To you and your land
Will bring nothing but blight

Their apples in baskets
Look shiny and red
But cut them open
And inside they're dead

These beautiful oranges
So juicy and round
Give them a tap
And hollow they sound

The cheese you think
Looks tasty and nice
But look much closer
They've been nibbled by mice

These goods are rotten
One and all
Don't buy from the goblins
Please heed my call