Stolas: It's a giant creature with a tail; Here, I'll draw Moxxie in for scale. Moxxie: Oh crumbs... Stolas: 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 that's red. Everyone: gasp Stolas: And in its nose, a ring of gold. It smells of monkey's feet and mold. Its toes are black, its fur is blue... I swear that all I tell you is not made up! The Backson... Everyone: The Backson? Stolas: The Backson! Everyone: The Backson! Oh no.... Lavinia: But Stolas, what does a Backson do? Everyone: Yes Stolas, what does a Backson do? Stolas: Hm, what does a 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. Everyone: The Backson, the Backson; We don't like the Backson. Stolas: When decorating your Christmas tree, They tangle up all the hooks. Everyone: The Backson, the Backson; We're afraid of the