The Creaky Step.

I swear I'm just unlucky,
It's disheartening to know,
I'm really badly jinxed,
It really is poor show.

Okay, I guess I'm milking it,
But here's the thing, you see:
When I'm creeping down the stairs,
I pick the step that's creaky!

I don't know how I do it,
I really try be quiet,
But no matter all my efforts,
I always start a riot.

First I'll get a tiny moan,
And I'll freeze and listen out,
When it's clear I'll try again,
And the steps all start to shout!

I think they've got it in for me,
Those steps I descend downstairs,
I wish they'd just stay out of it,
Not meddle with my affairs.

Things would go more smoothly,
If I could make it down in peace,
But as it is, I've no chance:
My efforts quietly decrease.

All I want is some orange juice!
Or maybe an orange to peel!
It's not like I'm a criminal,
Looking for goods to steal!

So calm it down! And let me go!
I only want a snack!
And next time I try climb you,
Just please do not attack.