The Hunt Begins

By tinsel and tape where the coworkers pass,
The office keeps quiet behind frosted glass.
Four tiny knocks, then the lock will agree.
Start with the count when it’s just you and me.
Next, hear the jingle: a small trio in tune,
Then nothing at all like the midnight moon.
Last, think of table legs, steady on the floor.
Press those in order, and you’re through the door.

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