Wo, to all you clever creepers,
That do not know my sleepless eyes
watch and lie in wait
Your steps across the floors are heard
And hidden goings-on surely seen
My enacted stories fill your ears,
Your curtain-climbing's told
Standing there upon legs full of bones,
My grasp can count them, every one
Think before you answer my riddles
giggling like mindless honyocks
for each you young kit's, I rassle and josh in play
are forever my dear smart-foxes.
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