Strap in tight, the gremlins roar—
Four tiny maniacs on a waxed-up door.
Helmet? Nope.....
Brakes?
What brakes?
They’re little lunatics on roller skates.
It’s the gremlin bobsled boogie—
Zooming down the ice like a caffeinated loogie!
Screaming “LEFT!” while steering right,
Snowballs flying in a blur of fright.
Nigel’s chewing wires for aerodynamic flair,
Maude's setting fire to her own winter wear.
The sled hits a bump—someone loses a shoe—
They call it style, and claim a “pro move.”
So if you hear cackling on a frosty night,
And a door-on-skids streaks past in flight—
Duck, dive, hide your hot cocoa fast—
It’s gremlin bobsledding…
AND THEY’RE HAVING A BLAST.