pacing across the beds, and perching in the window frame,
Mister Foo likes to settle in for a nap.
He looks for someone about to get out of bed,
who is thinking it's almost time.
He detects their drowsy reluctance to stir,
and he makes his move...
Mister Foo is soft and warm, like the bed,
and he starts his motor purring and circles 'round your head.
Then he boops you,
casting his spell.
Love me, he murmurs.
Good morning, it's nap time.