The Innocent Chocolate Crook

Where is the cake that I left on my plate? It was there when I went to the gate. I’ll never know, but there is a face aglow With a beam, and a mouth full of cream. Who ate the food from the cat’s dish? It was there when I called for the cat. I’ll never know, but my boy smells of fish And he’s wearing the dish for a hat. Who marked the wall with a crayon scrawl? It was clean before the phone call. I’ll never know, but there’re colour smears On the clothes that my boy wears Who drank the wine I had in my glass? It was there when I answered the door. I’ll never know, but I hear a loud snore From that boy asleep on the floor. Who ate the choc that I left by my seat? It was there when I packed out the meat. I’ll never catch the chocolate crook But my little boy has a cocoa look. How can I shout, or how can I frown? At that little face that is smeared with brown. I’ll never know who does these things. I only know that my heart sings. I only know he’s made my life content. So how can I blame that innocent?