Be Kind To the Tuffelbuns

In the dark of night
When the Biddledids play
And the moon is dark
Some people say

That wandering Tuffelbuns
Hide under beds
Scared of small children
They cover their heads

They rattle and roll
Then scamper about
And run in to closets
To try to get out

Though scary to look at
They’re really quite kind
And no better friend
Are you likely to find

So be kind to the Tuffelbuns
If one you do spot
Try not to scare him
You’ll like him a lot