Ooolin, Ooolin, are you wearing your magical pin today, the one that makes you as thin as a shadow? I can't see you but I can hear your laughter in between the jasmine trees, creeping on your hands and knees hoping to surprise me. Ooolin, Ooolin, are you wearing your magical hat today, the one that makes you as heavy as a very fat cat? I can't see you but I can hear your indrawn breath as you wait to pounce on my soft belly, mischievous girl with a fondness for jelly and the cake I always carry. Sly invisible Ooolin, furtive as a snake but as noisy as a corn-crake when the mood takes you... today I have prepared a trap, stuffing old clothes with feathers and painting a face on a burlap sack and even though its broad daylight you cannot see me for I'm wearing my ostrich-down cape, waiting for your predatory mistake and then, of course, it will be too late... Flinging a net of spider-gossamer over you I'll tip out my bag of tickle-bugs and watch you squirm, Ooolin, you crafty, despicable and mischievous worm. Ha-ha, whispers Ooolin to herself, high up in the jasmine tree "you think you've laid a trap for me but 'tis not myself in magical hat or wearing my jacket and pin but merely Jasper my pet cat, following my instructions, hiding in my padded pyjamas, dreaming of kippers and catnip bananas. when you stand above him to gloat I will spring my special surprise: a bucket of honey-smeared clippings freshly sheared this morning from Uncle Andy's cantankerous old nanny-goat. Unleash your tickle-bugs, I do not care, I'm quite safe here up in the air eager to see you all sticky with fur!"
