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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!