Yes, I must agree with you,
It is a funny name,
But Mabel’s not so funny
When she plays her little games.
She likes to hide the things you need
And watches whilst you search.
She hid my brother's football boots
And then the parrot's perch.
You always know when she's around
For Mabel leaves a scent,
But she never leaves enough of it
To discover where she went.
One day I'll catch that pesky witch
And put her in a cage,
And I'll laugh and laugh until I cry
To see her in a rage.
But until that day I’ll warn you all
That Mabel's running free,
So smell the air and be aware
Of all you hear and see.
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