The Icaboo
Hank T.

Alone in the wilderness
In the middle of the night
Little monsters called Icaboos
Are in search of a fight.

These little demons
Will eat you with glee
But in sunlit hours
They may make you happy

They are very red
With one yellow horn
The look on their face
Is filled with scorn

The red is for evil
The horn is for poking
And if you're not careful
The Grim Reaper might come knocking

So when you're alone
And it's late at night
Watch out for Icaboos
Who may want to fight