After dark on a moonless night,
When no stars shone and nothing was bright
I saw someone climbing through my window
More followed him all lined in a row.
They were tiny, they were lean.
On their faces were smiles so mean.
One frightened with his very ugly face.
One opened my cupboard and tore some lace.
Few broke the handle of my door,
Others shattered the mirror and much much more.
One sawed off the legs of my chair,
Few said bad words and fouled the air.
They ate all the cookies and the entire cake,
They threw my poem which had taken weeks to make,
They shouted in my ear and made me sick,
They sprang in my bed and gave me a kick.
Yet one I found sitting there so blue,
As if he was unwell and had not a clue.
He looked at me with a tearful eye;
A face so sad that it made one cry.
He caught my eye and tried say,
To stop them he would find a way.
His friends-maybe foes teased him a lot
For sitting still and breaking a thing a not.
All night they stayed and stole my sleep.
They stole my dreams and made me weep.
But when the sky showed signs of dawn
They scampered off across the lawn.
My room was a mess-a frightening one,
Everything broken and some things gone.
I tried to fix them but all in vain
It saddened me so and gave me pain.
After dark on a cloudless night,
When heaven was starry and the moon so bright,
I saw someone coming into my room
I knew what lay ahead and waited for doom.
Strangely enough only one did come
The one who had sat and had been mum.
He came with a flute in his small hand
With that he wove music heard in no land.
Throughout my room his music flowed,
As if by magic the dark wall glowed.
The broken things stirred and moved
As if to the music they danced and grooved.
After the very last notes were played,
My things were fixed-all new they lay.
The music joined then in minutes so few.
Outside the night sky was changing her hue.
Amazed was I at this enchanting charm
I thanked him for mending all of the harm.
Then as the first rays of morn did pour,
He scampered off and they came no more.
