Up in the Attic

 

The attic is such

A mysterious place

'Cause who knows what's up there

It makes my heart race

I've heard about portals

To uncharted lands

And letters in writing

You can't understand

Have you heard of a kusset?

Well, neither have I

But I hear the attic

Is where they all hide

There's a tiny old man

Who's lived there unannounced

And all sorts of things

Right above our own house!

I've never gone up there

I never have tried

So what do you say

We explore, you and I?

 

 

(Picture by Joel Wyncott)