TEMPER

“Blow out the light,” they said, they said

(She’d got to the very last page);

“Blow out the light,” they said, they said,

“It’s dreadfully wicked to read in bed”;

Her eyes grew black and her face grew red

And she blew in a terrible rage.

She put out the moon, she did, she did,

So frightfully hard she blew,

She put out the moon, she did, she did;

Over the sky the darkness slid,

The stars all scuttled away and hid—

(A very wise thing to do).

50But please don’t whisper the tale about,

She’d get into trouble, she would;

Please don’t whisper the tale about,

If anyone else should ever find out

She’d get into trouble without a doubt,

And now she’s ever so good.

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