I find you in all kinds of places,
Cozy, little, hiding spaces.
Cornered with your little schemes–
Mischief (one of many themes).
Huddled just behind the door—
And only you can say what for.
Under beds, half awake—
Giggling on a daydream break.
Crouched inside your quiet nook–
Lost in pages of a book.
Each spot is chosen well,
But they all have a little tell.
And once found, you seem surprised,
That your secret has been compromised!
Mommy cannot see me!
For I’m hidden very well.
So, I’ll just stand still and wait,
Until she starts to yell,
“Josie, where’d you go?”
And then I’ll take the blanket,
And throw it on the ground,
And only then will I be found!