Breakfast Served! Poem by Ima Ryma

In early morning hour I'm
Real hungry so am searching for
Something to eat, it's breakfast time.
I squiggle through a doggie door
Into a stranger's habitat,
In a kitchen to be precise.
And first thing I notice is that
Nobody's around, ain't that nice!
On a counter I smell and see
A menu item quite welcome,
Ready to be eaten by me.
I sense it's gonna be yum yum.

I hop to breakfast opportune,
Stack of pancakes for this raccoon.