Monsters Inc. Big Baboo

Monsters Inc. Big BaBoo. Big BaBoo is big Though sightings very rare, His diet is household dust He lives below our stairs. I liked my Big BaBoo I hear him every night, All those creaks and bumps I’m sure he is a sight. Up high upon his tiptoes Prowling round our house, Hiding in dark cupboards Frightening a mouse. I pull the covers high As I stare beneath the door, I swear I hear him breathing Then I hear no more. It was Granddad who first told me, That he lived inside our home He said “Every house has got one They need someplace to roam.” “They are big and oh so hairy, Seven foot tall I swear, Really very cuddly Just like your Teddy Bear.” “I doubt you’ll ever see one, Some try with all their might, But they really are elusive And just come out at night.” “But if you’re ever lucky You would not get a fright Because they’re always happy And smile with all their might.” “They really are so jolly In fact they’re filled with glee, Never cause no trouble They are as harmless as can be.” “But remember it’s a secret So don’t you make him sad, Buy telling anyone Especially Mum and Dad.” So at night I listen, Yes that is what I do I am no longer frightened I love my Big BaBoo. Our room has lost its nightlight I don’t need it I am told, Yes I am a big boy now I’m nearly six years old. A secret is a secret I suppose I should not tell, But I glance across at Bobby And know that all’s not well. I wonder oh I wonder If I should tell big brother, Who is shaking like a leaf Beneath the quilt and cover!