I sniff to the left,
I sniff to the right,
Hoping to catch a whiff of delight;
A tidbit perhaps for Robin's egg stew;
For desert, I would love a titmouse or two.
I steal through the brush,
with eyes of green fire;
with muscles as taut
as the strings of a lyre.
My whiskers are full of dust and dry leaves -
In fact I believe I must
AAAHHHHH! AAAHHHHH! CHOO!