You hide, I’ll seek.
One, two, three . . . let’s go!
Two pillows stuff the counterpane
(but under the bed the crossed-up feet).
Still:
I can’t find you, I can’t find you!
I’ll hide, you seek.
One, two, three . . . let’s go!
Crouch in the shower, pull the curtain closed
(but leave one slipper still outside).
Ooh,
you’ve found me, now you’ve found me!
You hide, I’ll seek,
I’ll hide, you seek.
One, two, three . . .
This time Papa hid for good.
Still looking today,
You must be mad!