Mischief Maker: Poem
Haste, haste, hither and yon

Rush from dusk then to dawn

Take a breath and plunge ahead

Can't pause or drop till am dead.

Yip, skip, twirl and dip

Zip, zip, but don't you trip

What I am I know not

But I come with all I've got.

I have your keys, I have your purse

I've even got your lost nurse

I'll heap them all in my den

Until it's time to steal again.


What is this critter? I have no clue. I think I've got a few though.