Tick Tock, tippy toe...
I know that coo-coo
'Clock'...
Tock, Tick, trip, fall...
Ain't too good on
Ya feet...
Clock strikes one...
I'm having fun
Watching
That 'dervish-silent'
Fool...
Clock strikes two...
Come on 'Hoo-Doo'...
I'll dance till three
With you...
Your hooves, horn,
Fangs...
Dance till six...
Then pick up
Sticks, cloak...
Ash....
Oh My! You're gone!
By Golly Gosh!
Is it already
Dawn?
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I hope you didn't lose any blood over this one Elysabeth, a devilish dream you have had. Funny how in dreams you just accept these goulish things so lightheartedly, and fear them not! ! ! ! ! Hope all is well with you. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX