The laundry hampster comes a creeping,
from where it likes to hide.
While everyone is sleeping,
it opens the laundry door wide.

It creeps across the kitchen floor,
and climbs upon the sink.
It leaves the water running,
as it gets a drink.

It spills milk upon the table,
and dirties up some plates.
Leaving them on the couch,
with half the food left unate.

It scurries down the hall,
and down the cellar stairs.
It hides all the tools,
it found in a box there.

It dances up the stairway,
and back up the hall.
leaving dusty footprints,
and paw prints on the wall.

It climbs behind the counter,
and disconnects the lamps.
It misplaces the car keys,
and then licks all the stamps.

It hops on the sofas,
and puts change in the chairs.
It opens up the medicine cabinet,
and in toothpaste leaves hairs.

As the sun slowly rises,
bathing all in its early rays.
The laundry hampster goes back into its laundry pile,
to sleep away the day.

If you should wake to dissarray,
of a house that was so clean.
If you wonder what has happened.
The laundry hampster has struck again.