The Furniture Dance

Said the Lamp to the Mirror "my dearest sweet,

Can I take you to the dance?"

She looked at him with her sparkling eyes and said,

"There's not a chance!

I'm to go with a real gentleman,

The fairest in all the land."

"And who may that be?"

The lamp enquired.

"Oh, the darling Music Stand!"

"It's true he may be great and fair,

And an honour to walk by his side,

But surely he cannot make you feel

As warm or bright inside?"

But Mirror was stubborn, "The Music Stand

Has won the whole of my heart!

And neither you, nor the brightest of lamps

Could tear us two apart."

On the night of the dance how the Lamp did weep

And his bulb dulled right down;

For he knew no fairer girl was seen

In the whole of that little town.

But suddenly, his bulb shone again

In the brightest tone,

For a beautiful Curtain came wondering by

So sad and so alone.

"My dear," Lamp cried, "have you no-one

To dance with at the ball?"

"I was to go with the shelf," she said,

"But he's too attached to the wall."

The Lamp shone bright, "Then come with me!"

"For I have no-one at all!

And we shall show the shelf

Who he SHOULD have gone with to the ball!"

They danced and danced, to the music of Handle,

The greatest of all doorknobs,

And soon they pranced out into the open,

Away from the noisy mops.

A breeze came by and Curtain swayed,

So soft in Lamp's embrace,
And Curtain twirled around and round

With such beautiful grace.

They danced and danced and Curtain smiled

And Lamp shone like a torch,

Then under the stars and the shining moon,

They kissed upon the porch.