Nobody knows I'm here
Hiding from them all until they call
The people in my heart so dear
I waited all day for them to come home
Soon they will call my name
Until they do I will hide from them
Playing my little game
Maybe they will give me a treat
Or scratch me on my head
I might even get to take a nap
With one of them on their bed
Life is good-life is fine
With all these friends of mine
I like to hide out in the hall
I'll hear my name when they call
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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