Gift Hunt

I’m trying to solve the mystery

Of what my parents got for me.

My birthday’s coming up next week—

I’ve GOT to have a present-peek!

I wait until they’re in the kitchen,

Shush my sister—no fair snitchin’—

Sneak as slowly as a snail,

And try to track the present-trail.

I find some wrapping paper scraps

Beside the chair where Grandpa naps.

The words, spelled out in bursts of blue,

Say “appy Birthda”—what a clue!

And soon I find a piece of tape

That leads me back behind the drape.

But sadly, I find nothing there.

Just ribbon—curling, not for hair.

The present must have been here once,

But I can’t find it—what a dunce!

The trail cuts off behind the curtain.

What’s my gift? I can’t be certain!

I’ll just have to wait for it.

I hope it’s a Detective Kit!