I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road A Robber'D Like The Look Of, -- Wooden Barred, And Windows Hanging Low, Inviting To A Portico, Where Two Could Creep: One Hand The Tools, The Other Peep To Make Sure All'S Asleep. Old-Fashioned Eyes, Not Easy To Surprise! How Orderly The Kitchen'D Look By Night, With Just A Clock, -- But They Could Gag The Tick, And Mice Won't Bark; And So The Walls Don't Tell, None Will. A Pair Of Spectacles Ajar Just Stir -- An Almanac'S Aware. Was It The Mat Winked, Or A Nervous Star? The Moon Slides Down The Stair To See Who's There. There'S Plunder, -- Where? Tankard, Or Spoon, Earring, Or Stone, A Watch, Some Ancient Brooch To Match The Grandmamma, Staid Sleeping There. Day Rattles, Too, Stealth'S Slow; The Sun Has Got As Far As The Third Sycamore. Screams Chanticleer, "Who's There?" And Echoes, Trains Away, Sneer -- "Where?" While The Old Couple, Just Astir, Fancy The Sunrise Left The Door Ajar!