At night when you lay sleeping,
the laundry hampster comes sneaking
out of the pile of clothes that is its home

It raises its little head
from its laundry bed
to see what mischief can be done

It scurries on little feet,
looking for left socks for it to eat
and new things for it to do

It hides all the change,
the silverwear gets rearranged
and it hides your favorite books too

It wrinkled all the clothes,
as it twitches it little nose
and begins to tie shoelaces into knots

Much work is to be done
before the rising of the sun,
so it puts grounds in the coffee pot

It checks the time and then
hides all the ink pens,
safe within the sofa or a chair

It peeks inside the rooms
and pulls bristles out of brooms,
then puts the tangles in your hair

It smiles on a job well done
because the rising of the sun
puts an end to its nightly chore

It goes back to its laundry bed,
it rests its tiny head
and begins to softly snore

When the sun does peek
and all rise from their sleep
it softly snoozes in its laundry bed

Believing that it is good
and doing as it should
as laundry hampster dreams fill its head