After working with Phil on what children actually like, whether boy or girl, scenarios and rhymes were made back and forth - here is the final rhyme... and I thought it was time that the Bog Goblin was introduced a little more :) I have also contacted Voice Over artists, just awaiting reply and I can start the animatic.
Beware the Bog Goblin! Beware him at night!
He likes to tickle your toes and gives Granny a fright!
He's under your bed and best friends with the dark
And when he smiles in the shadows, he smiles like a shark!
Beware the Bog Goblin! Shh! What is that noise?
He's crept into your toy box, he's eating your toys!
From your dolls hes made soup! From your bears he's made stew
Quick! Hide under your blankets before he eats you!
Beware the Bog Goblin! Phew! What is that pong
That smells of old socks and of cheese that's gone wrong?
Your mum and dad blame you, they think you're the one
But its not you making smells, its the Bog Goblin's bum!
Beware the Bog Goblin! Oh my what a muddle
Of the bathroom he's made. Look! The floors one big puddle!
He's been eating the soap! Drinking toothpaste's his thing
And flossing his gnashers using dog hair as string
Beware the Bog Goblin! Look! he's at it again!
Daubing this wall, now that one in crayon and pen!
He thinks hes an artist! He wants his face in a frame
But no matter what he thinks, you know you'll get the blame!
Beware the Bog Goblin! Now theres a surprise!
He's at the end of the garden, he's munching mud pies!
The legs pulled from fat spiders are a bog goblins treat,
But slugs are his favourite, he scoffs them like sweets
Beware the Bog Goblin! He's got a snotty wet nose
And right up it his tongue fits - as far as it goes
And from green goo and crusts he rolls big squishy bogies
And then taking his aim, he targets old fogies!
Beware the Bog Goblin! He;s big trouble for sure,
He breaks wind, and makes mess. Someone show him the door!
But isn't it true if the bog goblin departed
That you'd miss him a bit and be left feeling downhearted?
And isn't it true, that in spite of the noise
Of him wrecking the bathroom and chewing on toys,
That you love him a bit? He's a friend, (though bizarre).
So, the bog goblin's not perfect, but then which of us are?