I know some lonely Houses off the RoadA 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!How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,With just a Clock --But they could gag the Tick --And Mice wont bark --And so the Walls --dont tell --None -- will --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!There's plunder -- where --Tankard, or Spoon --Earring -- or Stone --A Watch -- Some Antique --Antique --Ancient BroochTo match the Grandmama --Staid sleeping -- there --Day -- rattles -- tooStealth's -- slow --The Sun has got as farAs 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!