Skulking and sneaking
I thought she was dead
But here she is peeking
Now I’m filled with dread
She’s laying eggs somewhere
I watch her and wonder
Will I find them out there?
Which bush are they under?
I’ve looked in the tall grass
I’ve searched under sheds
I’ve peaked when I pass
All of my garden beds
But still I can’t find them
And I greatly fear
My sniffer will smell ’em
If I ever draw near
a pinch of homestead 