Hiding

by Dorothy Aldis I'm hiding, I'm hiding, And no one knows where; For all they can see is my Toes and my hair. And I just heard my father Say to my mother - "But, darling, he must be Somewhere or other; Have you looked in the inkwell?" And Mother said, "Where?" "In the INKWELL?" said Father. But I was not there. Then "Wait!" cried my mother - "I think that I see Him under the carpet." But It was not me. "Inside the mirror's A pretty good place," Said Father and looked, but saw Only his face. "We've hunted," sighed Mother, "As hard as we could And I AM so afraid that we've Lost him for good." Then I laughed out aloud And I wiggled my toes And Father said - "Look, dear, I wonder if those Toes could be Benny's? There are ten of them, see?" And they WERE so surprised to find Out it was me!