9 June 2012
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.
The Creaky Step. • Opuss № I