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
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
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 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