They send me to bed with a mean delight.
Good night.
Good bye .
I am to old to cry.
I have to ignore the gruesome monsters under my bed.
Get those silly ideas out of my head.
Good night for it will be my last.
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
They say with vengeance.
Telling me to cook.
Perfect eggs are gobbled down.
Probably followed by perfect toast.
I wouldn't know.
I have to eat curded milk along with stale bread.
"Comb your hair!"maybe you should!
Catch that mouse!
No thanx.
Not a slave you see.
Im just your nephew .
I might as well be a slave though.
Isn't it coincidental that "the boy who lived' wants to die?