Shhhh! Do you hear it? Hear it in the room?
Hear it in the corridors, it’s called the Mystery Boom!
It pounces at the dead of night, creeps about by day,
Crawls around your attic, always knows the way.
When you’re sleeping in your bed, feel its beady eyes,
When the wind blows in the trees, listen to its sighs,
It’s with you when you brush your teeth, veiled in shadows deep,
It shies away from sunshine, walks while you’re asleep.
Don’t ever feed it gingerbread or melon-seed-paste cakes,
The Boom will swell to twice its size when fed on choice home bakes,
Just leave a tiny dish of milk and a plate of meat,
And the Boom will stay behind the walls and leave your life in peace.
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