Wakey-wakey from our beds,
thoughts of cookies in our heads.
Mom and Daddy's eyes are closed.
They are sleeping. They won't know.
Hurry-hurry, on the double,
if they wake, we'll be in trouble.
Blankies, pillows, on the floor.
Squeaky-squeaky goes the door.
Shhh, shhh, tippy-toe.
To the kitchen we will go.
Sneaky-sneaky down the hall,
bare feet creeping 'long the wall.
C'mon, Sissy, it's not far,
there it is, the cookie jar!
I can't reach it, I'm too small.
Get a chair to make us tall.
Shuffle-shuffle, scooty chair,
pushy-pushy, almost there.
Clinky-clinky goes the top,
hold it tight, or it will drop.
Giggle, giggle, tee-hee-hee,
two for you, and two for me.
Uh oh, Sissy, turn around...
Mom and Daddy. We've been found.
Peeky-peeky, Mom and dad,
are you angry? Are you mad?
Whisper-whisper, over there...
they want to know if we will share!
This is CJ poetry at its best. Accurately portraying the child. SPM
Very nice, will read this to my grandkids when the time comes. This is much better than the previous one. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. I felt like I was there with them! S