Noknok

When the earth is dark and calm,

And all the birds are home;

Settled closely on the palm,

Watching the grass owls roam, 

A shadow will disappear, 

From the door by the rear.

The moon coyly rises up,

And beams over the daisy;

Father idly takes his cup 

And snores before the TV,

While his sneaky little lad,

Dips his barefoot in the mud.

Look for him in the meadow,

You'll find him in the pond,

Biting a leaf of coco,

With a snail in his hand;

Coax him to hurry to bed, 

He'll only shake his head.

He'll come home when Venus burns,

And falls asleep on the stair,

His ankles plastered with ferns,

And dewdrops sit on his hair;

He'll dream of bugs and mice,

Till earth lifts up her chalice.