WHAT TO DO, OH, WHAT TO DO!

The package arrives at half past ten
carried in by six strong men,

a rickety crate without a door,
the nails are loose; we hear a roar,

It’s odd in both its shape and size,
but the weirdest part is the hint of eyes,

they peek at us through tiny slits,
and wink until we lose our wits,

what to do, oh, what to do,
if you have any thoughts, please send a few,

but please make it snappy,
our time could be short,

the creatures seem hungry,
and the crate is falling apart!

Illustration by Philip Bourland