The kids who are their mothers' joys,
They like the dark just as the light,
For spooks ne'er come within their sight,
And in their dreams the lovely elves
So, if to-night you are afraid
Of any spook or any shade,
We'll know you are a naughty child,
So cross and willful, rude and wild.
Six Year Old Girl Writes Poem Hoping To Save Forest Trees
(From "The Woman's National Daily.")