You've often heard The Pooh-Pooh Bird,— Don't hesitate to take my word! Yet like myself you've never seen it, For human gaze would but demean it. To hide from sight Is its delight, And so it mostly flies by night, And all its life its chief of joys is To frighten folks with spooky noises. When lamps are lit, And lone you sit A-watching firelight shadows flit, Some creaky sound will set you squirmin', Whose whereabouts you can't determine. 'T is thieves perhaps—those furtive taps! Hark—there again! Your courage saps; 'T is now upstairs, and now the basement, And now outside against the casement. But take my word, Those sounds you heard Are nothing but the Pooh-Pooh Bird, Who flits for fun 'round silent houses, And some lone watcher's fear arouses. If you would fright This bird to flight, Just cry "Pooh Pooh!" with all your might. You'll find your courage quite recovered, And he will flee when thus discovered. |