Who Peeps the Peepers?
I heard the girl was peaking
so I went to do some peeking of my own.
What I saw, it was truly piquing
but what I heard was said in a terrible tone:
“Peeping Tom, Peeping Tom,”
the girl did scream
out to her mom
“Call the cops, sound an alarm”
but I meant
little harm
“Where is the creep with the awful habit”
but I had hopped away
like a clever rabbit
Now sitting hidden on a grassy hill
I was complimented
on my brazen skill
“Who is that, what the devil!”
I yelled aloud,
head like a bevel
and said a voice:
“Oh, hush now, never fear,
I was just watching you
from over there.”
