- I know some lonely houses off the road
- A robber 'd like the look of, --
- Wooden barred,
- And windows hanging low,
- Inviting to
- A portico,
- Where two could creep:
- One hand the tools,
- The other peep
- To make sure all's asleep.
- Old-fashioned eyes,
- Not easy to surprise!
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- How orderly the kitchen 'd look by night,
- With just a clock, --
- But they could gag the tick,
- And mice won't bark;
- And so the walls don't tell,
- None will.
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- A pair of spectacles ajar just stir --
- An almanac's aware.
- Was it the mat winked,
- Or a nervous star?
- The moon slides down the stair
- To see who's there.
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- There's plunder, -- where?
- Tankard, or spoon,
- Earring, or stone,
- A watch, some ancient brooch
- To match the grandmamma,
- Staid sleeping there.
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- Day rattles, too,
- Stealth's slow;
- The sun has got as far
- As the third sycamore.
- Screams chanticleer,
- "Who's there?"
- And echoes, trains away,
- Sneer -- "Where?"
- While the old couple, just astir,
- Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!