If you are covered in a white blanket, nobody can see you. Jack inch-wormed away durning stake conference periodically peeping out from under his covers. As you can imagine, this brought some hilarity to his parents.

Hiding

I’m hiding, I’m hiding
And no one knows where;
For all they can see is my
Toes and my hair

And I just heard my father
Say to my mother –
“But, darling, he must be
Somewhere or other;

Have you looked in the inkwell?”
And Mother said, “Where?”
“In the INKWELL?”said Father. But
I was not there.

Then “Wait!” cried my mother —
“I think that I see
Him under the carpet.” But
It was not me.

“Inside the mirror’s
A pretty good place.”
Said Father and looked, but saw
Only his face.

“We’ve hunted,” sighed Mother,
“As hard as we could
And I am so afraid that we’ve
Lost him for good.”

Then I laughed out aloud
And I wiggled my toes
And Father said —”Look, dear,
I wonder if those

Toes could be Benny’s?
There are ten of them, see?”
And they WERE so surprised to find
Out it was me!