The Story of Creaple

 Horatio:   There's a wounded baby bird

                 Stuck on a steeple

                 Who could come to resue it?

Maria:       I know, call Creaple

                He's got a vertical jump

                That's brought him basketball fame

                It will come in very handy

                In the rescuing game

 Horatio:  Where do I find him?

                Where do I call

                I'm getting really worried

                That the fledgling will fall

Maria:      Check the music center

                Creaple often goes there

                He likes to play piano

                He's got talent to spare

                Or he might be dancing disco

                In a studio space

                He's hardly ever sleeping

                He's all over the place

Horatio:  I really must locate him

              Chirper's starting to freeze

Maria:     I just thought  of how to reach him!

              MACARONI AND CHEESE

He was out on the lacrosse field

When the scent wafted in

He hopped on his "moder cicle"

And tore off in a spin

Horatio/Maria:  Creaple can you help us?

                         Creaple are you brave?

                         There's a wounded baby bird

                         That we need you to save

                         It has gotten so dark out

                         Can you even see?

Creaple:           Jack packed my light saber

                         That will help to guide me

And holding skyward

The bright beam of light

Creaple jumped a mighty jump

Up into the night

When he landed

Back down on the ground

He made a motion with his "hand"

To not make a sound

Creaple:         Loud noises will scare

                       This wee little bird

                       It will probably be helpful

                       If we don't say a word

When he handed the fledgling

To his friend  Marie

She smiled her thanks and said

"You're such a hero to me."

Horatio painted a remembrance

Of that night in the park

When Creaple saved the chirper

In the cold and the dark

He would have rather made a statue

Of the Morph and the Peeps

But statues gave the very brave

Creaple the creeps!