The House on Foot St. With the informer's tiny paper in hand she wondered whether it was a good idea to prove it all She recalled the adage that says: If one climbs up some mountain In search of baboons one should Not be shell-shocked to see them She walked along the winding path As if she had accepted its bends and gall When she arrived at House Number 12 FS She stormed into the kitchen and then bedroom There he was ...having some little delicious breakfast It galled her to see that the snatcher was below her class Lost for words...a fearless fire consumed her heart and head
