Old Boo

Old Boo is my hero.

I’ve had him since I was zero.

He’s a bear full of stuffin’.

I wouldn’t trade him for nuffin’,

’cause when I am frightened, he’s there:

Old Boo, my hero, my bear!

Old Boo is not ordinary.

He makes scary things unscary.

Just a bear full of stuffin’,

but he makes my heart toughen!

Monsters? Bad guys? I don’t care!

Old Boo! My hero! My bear!

If ghosties are hiding,

if they ’re creeping and sliding

in the shadowy night,

tryna fill me with fright—

I’m safe! I’m secure! What can they do?

When creepers come creeping

while I’m softly sleeping,

I’m fine, I’m all right,

but they ’ll have to fight with Old Boo!

But tonight

my baby sister,

being naughty,

went and tried to flush Old Boo down the potty.

She’s too young to know that it’s wrong.

I carried on,

I screamed and cried,

but Old Boo’s being washed and dried,

and I’m staying up all night long.