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
And in it there's a ring of gold
It smells of monkey's feet and mold
It's toes are black, it's fur is blue
I swear that all I tell you is not made up
The Backson, the Backson
The Backson, the Backson
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 yes
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 till 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

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