Twas the night before Hollow Holiday and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a Nibblekin Mouse.
The acorns were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the Bobbleez would soon be there.
The neighbors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Bushytail-bakery treats danced in their heads;
And Mamma Tidyshine in her ‘kerchief and
Pappa Hoppingood in his straw cap,
All settled in for a long Hollows winter’s nap.