Wild Wood Bogies

HIST little toddlekins, whisk and away! Now is the time for the bogies to play; Patter of foot-pads and eyes brightly glowing, Noses that sniffle the night breezes blowing, Bogies are romping the wildwood in glee, Frisking and scampering, nimble and free.

Who are the velvet-foot, fire-eyed bogies? Coons and coyotes and wild woodland roguies! Playing at night-time when baby’s asleep; Whisk! did you see that ghost jack-rabbit leap? “Boo!” and “Boo-hoo!” cries the fluffy horned-owl, And the wolf in the pine-woods calls back with a howl.

The panther slinks on in the trail of the deer, The wood-rats have run to their tunnels in fear, And down the steep mountain with snuffling and shuffling A clumsy she-bear with her cubbies is scuffling; For night is the time for the bogies to roam,-- Hist, little toddlekins, fly to your home!