The Night

The night walks fast nigh, And we in fright about her asks why. To bed we should go in peace, But night opposes this with her mischiefs. What's next in her plan? Another sly? Like the rat which bites and blow Even the breeze seems cause us mischievous Fright as usual invades, And the reason for our freezing can rarely be fetched. So we pray and watch the night Then slowly but gradually the day comes But this will not last forever For the day must surely in turn be overruled by the night. And to our beds again in fright Maybe, all this will end when we grow up