Flip, flop,
bounce, hop,
fighting over,
who's on top.
 
Nibble, nip,
play with me!
Who will win?
We shall see.
 
What's up there?
The masked bandit am I!
Sometimes I even,
try to fly.
 
In the air,
rip and tear.
Will you please,
get out of there!
 
Sugared treats,
are for me,
see what mischief,
we can be.
 
Now it's time,
to settle down.
You've had your fun,
you little clowns.
 
Tired eyes,
begin to close.
Where you'll sleep,
one never knows.
 
High in your hammock,
ina pile of clothes,
beneath the TV,
or under my nose. :)
[Posted in FML issue 1860]