This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Put a little light in this little lamp of mine,Trim the wick and clean the soot,And rearrange the skies.Put the sparkle in the stars,And kiss the sun to bed,Then leave a cookie on a plateWith a glass of rich, creamed milk.Warm the sheets and cool the cushions,Chase the dark away,Not home to bogeymen this eve,No gibbering under t...
