There once was a man named Magoo,

Who lived inside my mother’s old shoe.

He hid in the wall

One wintery fall

In a glass blown ball

Which made him look so small

Shouting he would not come out.

This caused my brother to scream and shout,

For little Magoo

Had eating some goo

That caused little men to grow

As we all know,

Causing a break in the wall,

Making the big little man fall

Out of his glass ball,

Holding a doll,

Hitting the dog,

Who wailed like in smog.

And from my fateful tale of woe,

I think you should go

And find his brother Baloo

And let him live in your mother’s old shoe.