The Hole
Somewhere down the dark hall,
there’s a hole in the wall;
Where some rush for a view,
to take a look at you;
So quietly they sneak,
to capture just a peak;
With their eyes they devour,
as you cleanse your flower;
I in my bed so still,
watching them get their fill;
As you emerge and dry,
they scurry and I cry;
Somewhere down the dark hall,
there’s a hole in the wall;
They rush to take a view,
O Mama,
Do you know they look at you?