When Dolly is Afraid
Reading edition
When lights are standing in the street; And on the sidewalk all the feet Are quiet, and it's growing late, And our brown clock is striking eight: I pack the animals and ark, And push them deep into the dark; And in a quiet row I lay My cups and saucers 'til the day. But who could ever say Good-night And leave her doll in such a plight? I couldn't let her stay without A friend, and hear the dark about! So she and I go straight upstairs; She shuts her eyes while we say prayers, And then we lie and count up sheep Until we both are fast asleep. It's not because I dread, at all, The darkness, that I keep my doll, But just because I think that she Would be so frightened without me!