41. Night
Silver moon and golden stars
Are watching over us from afar.
While we rest in our beds,
Silver moon and golden stars
Are watching over us from afar.
While we rest in our beds,
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I want to catch a poem,
But I’m not sure how.
I wish I knew when and where,
I could catch a poem right now.
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I told my mom there is a monster under my bed,
and she tells me it's all in my head.
What about the one coming through my wall?
Or the one I hear stomping down the hall?
I wish that spinach tasted like chocolate,
Instead of tasting sour and bitter.
I wish that candy bars were loaded with nutrition,
So that eating as many as I like would make me even fitter.
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!
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Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

Mrs. Blossom was a witch,
we're pretty sure of that,
though she didn't have a broomstick,
wear a cloak, or pointed hat.
The world is spinning
round and round
while snowflakes are falling,
bound for the ground.

A cardinal flew past me today
Because he wanted my attention.
Cardinals mean someone in heaven is thinking of you.
Did you know that? And did you also know that
If I were a magician with dancing eyes,
I’d grant all your wishes for a smile.
Sunny skies full of waltzing butterflies,
New friends to share your toys (for a while).
My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.
It changes colors every day.
Arrgh! I’m a pirate.
I sail salty seas,
searching for ships,
Hobgoblins and spellbinders,
Angels in rags,
Liar or truthteller,
Lacewitch or hag.
'Jammykins, Jammykins, time to wake up.
Breakfast is ready, it's eggs in a cup.'
'Mummykins, Mummykins, no I'm alright,
There's something truly magical
that happens once a year.
He comes while you are sleeping,
he and his reindeer.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
In my little airplane
flying way up high,
zooming through the lands of clouds
so white and grand and high,
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

Though I have never, ever met a fairy,
I am quite certain that they exist.
I read about them every day in stories and poems,
So I know they’re living somewhere in our midst.