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The Nightly Beings
As night strikes, the people lie
Covered in wool and warm
The blackness seeps through drafty corners
The house is dark and bleak
Eyes close, breaths sigh
The mind submits to slumber land
Waiting, waiting, in the corners
Nearly time to play
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, limbs stretch, eyes flicker!
FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, little mouths bear china teeth!
NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE! Many little voices shout!
“OUT! OUT! OUT TO PLAY! OUT! OUT! OUT!”
Fluffy rabbits, wicked goblins, pewter soldiers, Indian braves
Marching! Marching! Dancing! Dancing! Stomping! Stomping! Screaming! Screaming!
Clasping hands and tossing heads! The noise builds, and then they whisper—
“It is time to play at last.”
Dolls dance in twos and threes
And saunter up to warring men
Who toast the dolls with ale and brandy
Drinking through the night
Wrestlers fight and the animals frolic
Laughter fills the cool night air
The crowd whirls, the lights are bright
Play, Play, Play, Play!
Towering bears chase little hares
They bat each other with playful spite
Gaels and Galls lay down their armor
And tap dance in the lantern light
Peasant girls do last night’s wash
The rhythm pulses, they move as one
Yankee boys find sticks and stones
And play some ball in the illuminant night
They shout! They scream! They romp! They roar!
They prance! They dance! They laugh! They sing!
All is fun and all is laughter!
They are the glorious Nightly Beings!
But playtime must be over soon
The yellow sun shows its smiling face
Scurry, Scurry, ‘til next night! Now hurry!
Not a single, happy trace