If I'm to win my tasty prize.
Sneaking, creeping, quiet, shush.
Grab him, got him, now he's mush.
Gobble, gobble, in my tummy,
He's delicious, tasty, yummy.
I'm ready for a little snooze,
But do I hear the sound of shoes?
Who's that man, could it be Daddy,
Looking for his little laddie?
Should I say I ate his son?
On second thoughts, I'd better RUN!
Image ©2015 Heather Kilgour