On a cold winter’s night I sat by the fire
Sipping hot cocoa, it couldn’t be finer.
As I watched the fire dance
I saw a Knight and he had a lance.
Wrapped in a blanket, I climbed out of my chair
And offered him cocoa, I had plenty to spare.
Next thing I knew he had mounted his horse.
I bid him good night as he galloped away,
Hoping I’d see him again someday.
The fire it crackled
And then a witch cackled.
Then I woke up from my dream.
The fire died down and I fell asleep
Back to the land of sweet dreams
Back to the land of sweet dreams.
Fairfield Academy
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