Baby Wants a Story

What’s that ticking on the wall Beating under the floor boards Is that clock up to no good again Is that a heart cut out and hidden Someone is listening under cover For sins committed in the dark By sinister lovers pretty and fowl Down and done in the private study Partners in crime at this hour kiss In the library where danger lurks A quiet place for reading books Not murder which is sure to hurt Powers lurk after midnight mischief Bright young faces reflect dim light On mirrors that look but do not touch Secrets revealed but kept incognito Someone small with dimples soft crawls From beneath his covers white and clean Inquires of mom and dad directly please Can I have a cup of water and a story Parents should never lie to their children in bed About cut out hearts stuffed under floor boards All stories should begin with once upon a time And end with living happily ever after them