The googies are coming, the old people say,
To buy little children and take them away.
Fifty cents for lean ones,
Fifteen cents for dirty ones,
Thirty cents for clean ones,
A nickel each for mean ones.
The googies are coming, and maybe tonight,
To buy little children and lock them up tight.
Eighty cents for husky ones,
Quarter for the weak ones,
Penny each for noisy ones,
A dollar for the meek ones.
Forty cents for happy ones,
Eleven cents for sad ones.
And, kiddies,when they come to buy,
It won’t do any good to cry.
But—just between yourselves and I—
They never buy the bad ones!
It’s a tradition spoken of in each generation where the parents use some fable to terrorize the children into good behavior. This is the poem I use at my house. We have to of course make sure it’s not too scary but we do on occasion throw out the threat that if they don’t change their behavior then we’ll sell them to the googies. I have been known on occasion to offer to just give them away to the googies. This poem is found on page 52 in Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein.