Little Possum Feet

The thief comes sneaking in
On little possum feet,
Looking round and round
For something good to eat.

Cat food, eggs or scraps,
Just whatever he can find.
He’s looking for some food,
Doesn’t matter much what kind.

When he’s munched up ev’ry bit
Of food within his sight,
He scurries fast away,
Back out into the night.

Just wait until tomorrow
When the dark descends once more,
And I bet this little rascal
Will again be at the door.