Don’t get curious when you’re cleaning.
Hazardous, that, if you get my meaning.
My little brother, he was only eight,
He’s very little, not packing much weight.
On the powerful vacuum so fascinating,
He did some too thorough eye-investigating.
It sucked him right in, with a loud hiss.
When mother came she saw something was amiss.
She looked under the couch and above the refrigerator
She looked high and low, a real investigator.
No sign of little brother, none whatsoever.
A disaster like this, it’s not enough to be clever.
My baby brother now lives among the dust
In a world without a sun. now he must
Find his way out if he is ever able
In the dark, with a stick, a piece of a cable.