Stowaways

Stowaways

If the boot is left open

We can quietly slip  in

And sit there so patient

It isn’t a sin

Don’t leave us behind

Our eyes seem to say

We really don’t mind

In the car if we stay

We’re happy to wait

We’ll be good as gold

We’ll stay here if you’re late

And do what we’re told

We don’t care what you do

We don’t mind where we’re going

If we come along too

Whatever you’re doing

If you look at our faces

No butter would melt

But we like going places

We just need a seat belt