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