The Backson Song

It's a giant creature with a tail Here, I'll draw a piglet in full scale No, d-d-dear Its hide is like a shaggy rug Its face a surly ugly mug With two sharp horns atop its head Between a mop of hair, the dread Oh And in it there's a ring of gold It smells of monkey's feet and mold Its toes are black, its fur is blue I swear that all I tell you is not made up The Backson (the Backson) The Backson (the Backson) Oh no But Owl, what does the Backson do? Yes, Owl, what does the Backson do? Hmm, what does the Backson do I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking And now I will tell you They sneak into your library And scribble in all your books The Backson, the Backson We don't want the Backson When decorating your Christmas tree They tangle up all the hooks The Backson, the Backson We are afraid of the Backson They spoil the milk, they stop all the clocks They use their horns to put holes in your socks The Backsons The one who's putting holes in our socks Tell us more about what Backsons do Yes, more about what Backsons do More about what Backsons do Why don't we hear some thoughts from you? Maybe they make you sleep too late Yes, yes, that's good, that's great I bet it's the reason my tail's gone You're on a roll, go on, go on They muddy up your tidy house They make you feel as small as a mouse They break your crayons, they spill your tea They wake up babies at one and three They made me catch the cold I caught They made me lose my train of thought They swipe your stripes They clog your pipes They dig up your garden They don't beg your pardon They eat your snacks Then won't relax They take your tools They steal your youth And now you know the horrible truth The Backson, the Backson The Backson, the Backson Oh no Oh yes Huh? I know exactly what to do We'll find things Backsons are partial to Like books and dishes and socks and toys Yes, everything that a Backson destroys Then we'll dig an enormous pit And make the items lead to it He'll fall in and we'll get our friends And this horrible nightmare can come to an end The Backson (the Backson) The Backson (the Backson) Go home and search your closets Bring everything that you can The Backson, the Backson We're gonna catch the Backson We'll save Christopher Robin By following rabbit's path The Backson, the Backson We'll save Christopher Robin We must be brave and have no fear So to the death we'll persevere We'll search from the sun 'til the light of the moon And if everything goes well, we'll be back soon Back soon Back soon Sounds like Backson Back soon Well, well, good luck, everyone