THE BABBLEFAT
THE BABBLEFAT In the sewers of old Preston town Beneath the streets, down in the ground Folklore tells of this and that But none so strange as the Babblefat My Grandads father came across it once Below the cobbles of New hall lane He worked for the council as a lad Unblocking and cleaning the drains He was working down in the tunnels When he heard the screech of a cat He turned around and there he was Face to face with the Babblefat Half eaten moggie in it's mouth It's eyes stared open wide It jumped and wobbled around the sewer Gooatch Gooatch it cried The young lad froze in fear I suppose As the Babblefat glared and frowned It beat it's chest " Gistich" it screamed And then it turned around It raised it's tail and a green mist formed The stench knocked the lad sick It laughed and gurgled " Gooatch Gistich" Then it sneered and licked it's lip In his eager haste to escape the b...