The Key In the Heart - Part-2
(The beginning is in Part-1)
He trudged on through the woods
Barely glancing around.
Now, what was this cabin?
And what was that sound?
Someone was crying
“Help! Please set me free!
A witch locked me in here.
Can you rescue me?”
Who was this crying,
Locked up by a crone?
A little black polecat
Afraid and alone.
“What shall I do?”
Thought the boy.
“Let me see…
All that I need
Is a magical key.”
Crickety, crackety
Screeched the key.
The door swung open,
The polecat was free!
Maybe it worked now?
The magical key?
But the boy was no taller…
It was not meant to be…
His spirits sank lower
No hope to inspire…
But what was that sound?
And what was that fire?
Someone was screaming,
“Help! Please set me free!
My house is on fire!
Can you rescue me?”
Who was this screaming,
Her voice rising higher?
A little white kitty,
Trapped by the fire.
“What shall I do?”
Thought the boy.
“Let me see…
All that I need is…
But where is the key??
It’s not in my pocket.
It’s just disappeared!
Maybe lost in the forest…”
Or that’s what he feared.
“Crickety, crackety,”
He said as before,
And now, magic or not,
He just kicked in the door.
Smoke swirled all around.
He could not see inside.
“Come to me, little kitty!
I’ll help you—don’t hide!”
The cat was so frightened
She shook like a leaf.
The boy took her outside
And they sighed with relief.
For now they were safe.
But the best thing of all—
The boy suddenly realized
That he had grown tall!
And so he went home,
Where under a tree
Stood Somerset Mill
With the magical Key.
He smiled and he whispered,
(he really was smart):
“The boy had the Key,
The Key in his heart”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byWoW4Esevg
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