The wind keeps blowing.
The door keeps opening.
Will you be with me, my dear Lucy,
When I look for candy
Down there in the dark, dark kitchen?
The wind keeps crying. The door keeps shaking.
Will you be with me, my dear Lucy,
When I pick up my toy puppy
Out there on the high, high balcony (阳台)?
Wish you could always be with me
And make them go away with your
DO-RE-ME I remember last week
They ran away when you started to sing,
"Dear Tommy, my little king,
Close your eyes and have a sweet dream."
So please stay with me and sing
To stop them kicking the door, riding the wind,
And pulling me down to their house under the ground.
They'll go away if you sing here for me,
In a voice that gets a black cat's hair standing
The strongest legs shaking, and the window glass breaking.
(ideas from Matthew Sweeney's poem)
