My mother said: be ashamed, soon seven,
Still afraid of the dark!
I'm not afraid at all, & nbsp; not at all!
I'm with the dark-almost on & quot; you"!
Evening will come: mother will kiss,
Close the door, & nbsp; whisper: & quot; Good night! "
The bed is spread out, & nbsp; and pyjamas are waiting...
Only the light doesn't seem to want to leave!
Let the gap under the door is very small -
Enough room for a yellow ray.
Or maybe it's just there... Stuck?
I'll push the door open and scream out loud:
& quot; I Hasten to help you, my light!
The two of us are not afraid of anything, & nbsp; no!"