'Creep with me,' she said - Little Miss Tippi-toe,
Her tender features yearning for the game to be played.
The little mouth dipped as she saw your shoulders hesitate.
'Please,' little blue eyes asked, and how could you now say no?
And crawl you did, beginning a simple game,
' I'm a cat - meow,' her face lighting up with joy.
It's a memory I would not give up for the world.