That night Bibi wore his wolf suit
And made mischief
Of one kind
And another
His mother Kadima called him:
"Politician!"
And Bibi said:
"I'll eat you up!!"
So he was sent to bed
Without eating anything.
That very night in Bibi's room
A forest grew, and grew, and grew until the ceiling hung with election posters
And the walls became slogans all around
And an airport appeared
With a private plane for Bibi.
And he flew off through night and day
To where the Wild Politicians are.
And when he came to the place where the Wild Politicians are
They roared their terrible roars
And gnashed their terrible teeth
And rolled their terrible eyes
And showed their terrible claws
Till Bibi said:
"Be still!"
And tamed them
With the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes
Without blinking once
And they were frightened and called him
'The Most Wild Politician of All'!
And made him king of all Wild Politicians
"And now," Bibi said,
"Let the Wild Election Campaign start!!
And so it did.
And all the Wild Politicians began forming parties and campaigning.
"Now, stop!" Bibi ordered.
And sent the Wild Politicians off to bed
Without their supper....and Bibi,
The King of All Wild Politicians, said:
"I'm lonely!"
And wanted to be where someone loved him best of all
Then, all around, from far away, across the world
He smelled good things to eat! So he said:
"I'll give up being King of Where The Wild Politicians Are."
But the Wild Politicians cried,
"Oh, please don't go.
We'll eat you up,
We love you so."
And Bibi said:
"No!"
The Wild Politicians roared their terrible roars
And gnashed their terrible teeth
And rolled their terrible eyes
And showed their terrible claws
But Bibi stepped into his private plane
And waved goodbye
And flew back
Over night into the next day
Where he found his coalition supper waiting for him
And it was still hot.
Illustration From "Where the Wild Things Are", Maurice Sendak