In the shadows of the moonlit glade, sneaky animals in a nightly parade. Silent paws on the forest floor, we slip through the night, seeking more. We are the sneaky animals, hidden in the night, masters of the quiet, out of sight. From twilight to dawn, we make our way, sneaky animals, in the shadows we play. Through the underbrush and the whispering trees, we move like shadows in the midnight breeze. With cunning eyes and nimble feet, we dance in the darkness, sleek and discreet. We are the sneaky animals, hidden in the night, masters of the quiet, out of sight. From twilight to dawn, we make our way, sneaky animals, in the shadows we play. In the hush of the night, where secrets lie, we weave our tales beneath the starry sky. Every rustle, every silent call, sneaky animals, we embrace it all. As the world sleeps and dreams take flight, we roam the wilderness, bathed in moonlight. With stealth and grace, we find our path, sneaky animals, in the night's soft wrath. We are the sneaky animals, hidden in the night, masters of the quiet, out of sight. From twilight to dawn, we make our way, sneaky animals, in the shadows we play. So join our dance in the forest deep, sneaky animals, where mysteries seep. In the dark embrace of the midnight air, we are the sneaky animals, always aware.