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!
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