And now I'm on the brink
'cause it rattles the silverware, clinkity-clink.
Is it well? In the pink?
If it dies, will it stink?
Did it come in my house 'cause it wanted a drink?
Will it grow? Will it shrink?
Will it run if I blink?
Did it just tilt its head and then tip me a wink?
I'll help it outside. I can do that, I think.
It's strange to discover a skink in your sink.
