Big and round and boggly,
And now one’s getting wobbly,
All jiggerly and joggerly.
My Mummy says I mustn’t touch
Or wobble it around,
Or else it might pop out too soon
And get lost on the ground.
I have to wait and wait and wait
For it to pop itself,
Then when it’s out and time for bed,
I’ll leave it on my shelf.
My eyeballs are all goggly,
Big and round and boggly,
And now one’s getting wobbly,
All jiggerly and joggerly.
So when I’m safely fast asleep
And dreaming with a snore,
The eyeball ogre will arrive
And sneak in through my door.
The eyeball ogre’s huge and fat,
His socks are very smelly.
A thousand thousand blinking eyes
Cover his great belly.
My eyeballs are all goggly,
Big and round and boggly,
And now one’s getting wobbly,
All jiggerly and joggerly.
His mouth is full of teeth and drool,
His hands are very hairy,
He’s full of scabs and spots and boils
He’s just a little scary.
He quickly finds my little eye,
Then picks it up to chuck it,
Through the air until it lands
Safely in his bucket.
My eyeballs are all goggly,
Big and round and boggly,
And now one’s getting wobbly,
All jiggerly and joggerly.
The eyeball ogre comes at night
To monster girls and boys
He swaps their popped out eyeballs
For brand new monster toys.
So in the morning I’ll wake up
And get a great surprise,
But better than my brand new toy
Is growing brand new eyes.