They are found in high places,
Those out of way spaces,
Unnoticed by you or by me.
But at night when we’re sleeping
They are busily creeping
Awake, full of laughter and glee!
On curtains they swing
’Tis a juvenile thing
Then scurry and flurry, all in a hurry,
Unburdened by guilt, don’t you see!
Old Mrs Godper received quite a shock
er, what was that THING she just saw?
If she sees it again—let me make myself plain
she’ll most certainly show it the door!
It ran out to the garden
And THEN, ‘Beg your pardon!’
Was said to an ant passing by
‘Must watch where I’m going,
And just so you’re knowing,
It was rude of me not to say hi.’
Ant’s response was well thought out,
A creature born of habit
‘When next you come, not to be glum,
Could you wear something less rad? It
Is so colourful, you see, it’s
Sure to scare the rabbit!
‘A rabbit! In your garden?
Introduce him sir to me
Oh, please, please do, I beg of you—
We’ll be best of friends, you’ll see!’
Rabbit from his hiding place
Watched events unfold
Though he was shy, he hopped on by,
For he was feeling bold!
He hopped to a nearby shady bush
To get a better view
Decided he liked what he saw, said,
I’ll be a friend to you …’
Mrs Godper recovered from shock, her
Humour intact, glad to say!
It resides now in her house, out of sight,
If visitors should happen by …
But at dusk should you venture
In search of adventure,
Beware, or you might get a fright;
For the THING has claimed the night!