Never worry, my dear,
There need be nothing for you to fear
As long as you stay under my threads
Never finger or pull at my strands
Neither cure your worries by peeking your head
I shall protect you warmly while I'm fully expand
My thickness may prove of much use to you
For I am your nightly guardian, it is what I must do,
But if you should remove me in foolish haste
The coldness of night will consume you and it will be too late!
So, my poor dear child, let me keep you content
Warmly in my vivid tent
And I promise, my dear, you will never lament.