Mischief
Black and cute, I'm sitting mute
With mischief on my mind.
I'm always on the lookout for
Fun of every kind.
No growl or bark to tell on me,
Just sitting here until
I build up all my energy
To run in for the kill.
My mum has put her washing out,
It really is a shame.
But I must swing on all the hems,
Maybe you will get the blame.
If I can just pull something down,
A wooden peg falls free.
That is good 'cause then I can
Chew it up, you see.
I really have to go right now,
My mum is going in.
Her favourite cardigan is swinging there
To sink my milk teeth in.
by Judi Walker
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