The Visigoths, The Visigoths

If you stay in the store

Late at night, and hide,

You might see the Visigoths,

Doing their thing.

Now , of course you should be

absolutely quiet;

A sound will tip them off.

But a bit of patience

And caution

And padding you feet.

It could work, believe me.

In the darkened hall

Walking among the isles

They slowly emerge

The Visigoths.

The Visigoths.

They hold their council

For a moment

Make sure of what needs to be done.

Then they spread out

By department, and get to work.

Cause someone must make sure

That the potato chips are crumbly

Not a chip should be left whole

And the milk needs to be placed

the oldest date, in the fore.

And things must be turned around

With labels out of sight

And put laundry soap

in the frozen veg.

And ketchup by the toothbrushes.

It takes a keen eye

To set things right

As they do.

Would you know,

That peanut butter

Needs to be just on top of the stationary rack?

And a pack of melting popsicles

Must be dispalyed by the detergents.

And the wisest of them all

An old one, to be sure

Walks among the produce

And pokes at the tomatoes

With his long withered finger.

Making sure even the green ones

Are properly bruised.

Then they meet back

At the clothing section

And try out each new pair.

Make sure it's cosy for us.

The also water the potted plants

With orange juice,

and the goldfish too, of course.

They take their time

with the freezer doors

to keep them fogged over

And that spot, that's always sticky

Does not maintain itself.

Such is their way, passed down

Through the ages.

It's a thankless job

The Visigoths have.

But they know they must.

Because who would

If not them?

They ask for nothing in return.

But one thing they dare not touch:

The impulse shopping by

The cashiers.