He propped himself on his hands and knees,
In hopes of finding some butterflies and bees,
The bars made it hard to get out, he hated jail,
He looked for a way to make a run, but to no avail.

Even standing, he couldn't get to the top to escape,
Determined to see the wonders the world had gotten to shape,
Pulling himself up by the bars, heaving and sighing,
It wasn't easy, but an expert he was at climbing.

He happily hopped out of his little cell,
Blaring went the siren, 'Oh, what the hell!'
He had hoped to scoot before the bumbly, bulky jailor had a clue,
But this siren meant the jailor knew what he was up to.

Not wanting his jailbreak effort to go in vain,
He crawled and slithered so fast, you'd think he'd seen a train!
He heard the big, burly boots coming his way,
He turned, gave a gasp, and saw his fleeting freedom fade away.

His mom picked him up and looked him in the eyes with joy,
Cooing she asked, 'Where are you running away, my naughty little boy?
He chuckled and flapped his arms, beaming at her, forget my mistake,
Alas, he went right back into his crib, dreaming of another jailbreak.