The really great news today that Bony is coming reminds me of another great Bon(e)y.
200 years ago British children were scared into good behaviour by their mother or governess reciting this little poem (I was amazed that with just one little change (Raggy for Baby) how relevant it is today for our Bony):
Raggy, raggy, naughty raggy,
Hush! you squalling thing, I say;
Peace this instant! Peace! or maybe
Bon(e)y will pass this way.
Raggy, raggy, he's a giant,
Black and tall as Rouen's steeple,
Sups and dines and lives reliant
Every day on naughty people.
Raggy, raggy, if he hears you
As he gallops past the swamp house,
Limb from limb at once he'll tear you
Just as pussy tears a mouse.
And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he'll beat you all to pap:
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Gobble you, gobble you, snap! snap! snap!