Please can I have a light, mother?
I never know what to do
When the Three Bears ride on the White Bell-horse,
And the Mermaid gallops to Banbury Cross,
And the Cheshire Cat says “Moo!”
Gnomes come round with prickly wings
And squeeze in under the clo's,
The dark gets full of story things,
The window-moon says “Fee, fo, fum!”
And the Pigs that went to market come
And nibble at my toes!
Two big eyes walk round the room,
Fierce Pirate Ships go by;
And Sleeping Beauty straddles a broom
And falls all down the sky;
The Man in the Moon waits underneath
And gobbles her up with great big teeth,
And that's what makes me cry!
The things you tell in the afternoon
Get mixed and wo n't come right;
“Fee-fo-fum!” says the Window-Moon —
It's the little candle they fear, mother,
Will you leave the candle here, mother?
Please can I have a light?