Creepity Creep, there’s never a peep, nor a weep,
As the Creepity Creep seep, down into my deep sleep.
Wondrous and neat, they’re such a feat, how I so wish to meet,
These tiny Creepity Creep, that I miss as I sleep.

Small and tall, from winter to fall,
I would like to speak to each and all.
Strange they truly are, coming from so far,
See the Creepity Creep make their own car.

Curious critters, breeding in litters, voices of inaudible twitters,
The Creepity Creep seem too happy to ever be bitter.
And reasons they had, to be so mad, or even sad.
Yet all the Creepity Creep appear to only be glad.

Their things takin, traditions long forsaken.
Forced to hide because they’re somehow mistaken.
It’s not fair, they being unable to share,
The intuitive Creepity Creep seem to be more aware.

Their honesty, considered a travesty, succumbs to atrophy,
The Creepity Creep only desire for you to see.
But forced out, lacking clout, and so full of doubt,
The Creepity Creep show up only as I silently sleep.

Not cool, to act this fool.
To push away like a tool.
It shouldn’t be a general rule,
To hate Creepity Creep for not coming from a school.