Classic Poem

" BLOW out the light," they said, they said
(She'd got to the very last page);
" Blow out the light," they said, they said,
" It's dreadfully wicked to read in bed";
Her eyes grew black and her face grew red
And she blew in a terrible rage.

She put out the moon, she did, she did,
So frightfully hard she blew,
She put out the moon, she did, she did;
Over the sky the darkness slid,
The stars all scuttled away and hid —
(A very wise thing to do).

But please don't whisper the tale about,
She'd get into trouble, she would;
Please don't whisper the tale about,
If anyone else should ever find out
She'd get into trouble without a doubt,
And now she's ever so good.