I lost my eight-foot python,
somewhere in the house.
Now things are disappearing,
it started with my mouse.
He ate our pet canary,
left only feathers in its cage.
My mom is becoming anxious,
my father was enraged.
I looked around my bedroom,
the search was just no use.
My homework was now missing.
Is a snake a good excuse?
As I walked into the hallway,
I heard my sister moan.
Oh no you stupid snake,
leave my Barbie Dolls alone.
When I got to her bedroom doorway
my snake was in retreat.
My sister was attacking it,
with both her hands and feet.
My python was scared and shaking,
when I put him in his pen.
I bet my snake will never ever eat
a Barbie doll again.