I know some lonely Houses off the Road

I know some lonely Houses off the Road

A Robber'd like the look of --

Wooden barred,

And Windows hanging low,

Inviting to --

A Portico,

Where two could creep --

One -- hand the Tools --

The other peep --

To make sure All's Asleep --

Old fashioned eyes --

Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,

With just a Clock --

But they could gag the Tick --

And Mice won't bark --

And so the Walls -- don't tell --

None -- will --

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir --

An Almanac's aware --

Was it the Mat -- winked,

Or a Nervous Star?

The Moon -- slides down the stair,

To see who's there!

There's plunder -- where --

Tankard, or Spoon --

Earring -- or Stone --

A Watch -- Some Ancient Brooch

To match the Grandmama --

Staid sleeping -- there --

Day -- rattles -- too

Stealth's -- slow --

The Sun has got as far

As the third Sycamore --

Screams Chanticleer

"Who's there"?

And Echoes -- Trains away,

Sneer -- "Where"!

While the old Couple, just astir,

Fancy the Sunrise -- left the door ajar!