Nibbles

I can't sleep, so silently I creep.

Tiptoeing past their door

Oh I am a sneak.

I think I'll go downstairs

for a midnight snack.

I'll eat what I can

And then I'll hurry back.



Hunt


I see a pirate burying treasure

the pirate is Long John Silver, I can tell,

by his leg and his patch and his parrot as well.

I'm scared in case he caught me cause he'd make me walk the plank

And if he did, he'd never get the map to my secret piggy bank.

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