Peeled back, Cracked floors and walls hear a late night creak.
rescrew the hinges of doors – oil on all paws, all week – Still a squeak.
true ninjas after dark, hunting snark amongst a rubbish heap,
Meet face to face, as I look down steep, no wonder I couldn’t get any sleep.
No more little mousey, not one peep.
A run and a leap with squeak for no retreat.
I’ll leave it up to lil bo peep to count my sheep.