Don’t let the Dark catch you bright;
Roam home, little people, roam home.
Run, bury your light
Or we’d lose such a sight
If the Dark were to witness you bright.

But you really can’t lose
If you sparkle in twos,
If you sparkle in reds or all manner of blues,
Little people you really can’t lose.
Just don’t let It catch you,
No don’t let It snatch you,
By trick, treat, snivel or ruse.

Don’t let the Dark hear you sing;
Roam home, little people, roam home.
Quick, swallow the song
On the tip of your tongue
And preserve your melodious ring.

But that need not be,
If you sing in the tree
Which is home to minim and quaver and key.
Listen life will be bliss,
If you don’t let It catch you,
No don’t let It snatch you,
By trick, treat, snivel or hiss.

Though the Dark it must come
When the brightness is done
And the campfires pant dim in the night.
But if you sleep, if you sleep
I will promise to keep
The truth of the beauty of light.

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