Sneaks

From the Nibblet’s next door, to the Ancient Greeks,
The lowest lows, on the highest peaks,
Classy lassies, wise guys and freaks,
They all know of the one called Sneaks.

Sneaks sneaks around, he always does.
Sneaks speaks a tongue which no one quit knows
And shrieks are yelped wherever Sneaks goes.

Sneaks reeks? No, his hygiene is fair.
Sneaks cheeks are furry; he’s got face hair.
He’s meek and friendly, there’s no reason to scare.

The shrieks are made cause Sneaks sneaks so sneaksily
(Techniques passed down by the sneaksy Sneaks family)

For just one-week Sneaks sneaks,
Just in seek
Of a tasty taste, or even a peek
Of a cheesy cheese chunk or several circle meats
Which seems to make sneaky Sneaks so weak.

And when Sneaks’ cheeks are about pre-leak
Sneaks nods, squeaks and streaks down the streets.
Sneakily Sneaks sneaks past the people Sneaks meets.
Sneaks sneaks past the geeks and freaks and sheiks.
Past Dominique,
Past Zeke,
Past Monique
And Tariq.
Right out of town, Sneaks sneaked here all week!

Sneaks sneaks out into the forest, sneaks over the creek,
Sneaks stops, takes a breath, Sneaks looks rather bleak.
But with a sneaky Sneaks smile, his face fur he tweaks,
Then for 51 weeks, Sneaks sleeps.
And sleeps.
And sleeps.

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