From one of our bedrooms.

I consider it suspicious

What she deems delicious

I might need more than a broom.

I turn the corner to find

Dot looking innocent and kind

Blocking my way to the door.

I stumble on some stuffing

Oh, this could be nothing

But then I see so much more.

Cotton, cotton, everywhere

Spread around with great care.

I wonder, who is to blame?

I look for the source

Ah, the pillow, of course!

Sadly, it will never be the same.