Does the air feel different
In this cave of Man’s creation
With giants clomping up and down
In constant animation?
And what’s your point of entry?
What secrets have you found?
Are there gaps between the floorboards
Do you come up through the ground?
And what do you get up to
On your nightly escapades?
What strange enchantments find you
On these uninvited raids?
These questions I would ask you
O tiny slimy slugs
That enter in the darkness
And ooze upon my rugs.