Mr. Keeper, please lend me your light; It is dark beyond the hearth, And the stars have lost their might.
Mr. Keeper, I won’t overstay. I just need a place to breathe, Then I’ll go with the day.
Mr. Keeper, do not fear, I’ll stow my guns and knives outside; The rain can wash them clear.
Mr. Keeper, I know it’s unorthodox; I can pay, even tell a tale; What do you have on the rocks?
Ha! I suppose that would be me! I come in good humour, And tolerable company.
Mr. Keeper, could you spare a bed? I need one that is still. The sea knows how to rock But sings no lullabies Throw me a line, I am in irons, falling ill.
Mr. Keeper, I am a keeper too, Of dreams and dragons, Beams and canons, Schemes, refuse, and blues.
Would you care if old friends stop by in due time? Those nightmares are entertainers, They’ll trade you a dollar for a dime.
Fellow keeper, please don’t leave me out to wet. You’ll see me wave when I drown, But I am not ready for farewells yet.
