A cloaking robe of

Elvenkind hangs in my

Wardrobe behind

All those things that

Mother said were proper

For a boy

And I know I I I could not

Say why why why

On this summer evening

Sixteen books on magic

Spells stacked below the cloak of elves

And sixteen books on

Magic spells so elegantly

Bound

And I know I I I could not

Say why why why

On this summer evening

And I know

Something something

About you

And I know

Something something

About you

A cloaking robe of

Elvenkind hangs in my

Wardrobe behind

All those things that

Mother said were proper

For a boy