When the Clock Strikes Midnight
When the clock strikes midnight,
When so late it is in the night
I usually rouse from my sleep
And enjoy some moments of grace, with my own friends of keep!
Fairies, goblins, elves, leprechauns, why maybe even the devil
They all come out from under my bed,
And do bid time to keep still
In their games, they keep me all attracted!
From midnight till the early hours of dawn
I forget that I need to sleep, why I even forget to yawn
We sup, laugh, love and dance
A waltz, a tango, all forms of art do flow in great abundance!
With their magic sticks, fairies allow us to make noise
Without anyone getting to know our poise
With their tricks, goblins and elves, have me holding my breath
With their watchful eyes, leprechauns keep my bedroom, from spies, safe!
Sad I really am, when they bid me goodbye
Teary is my heart as I watch them, fly to the sky
Hopefully, say I to myself, they shall come back tonight
Hopefully it was not a dream I made at the strike of midnight!
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