_Hist! Hark!_ [Sidenote: ●]
The _Watch-dogs_ bark.
The _Fire_ is covered.
The _Bricks_ grow cold;
In the warmest _Corner’s_
The brown _Kobold_. [Sidenote: ☽]
He sits quite still,
And his _Eyes_ are bright.
The _Clock_ strikes twelve;
’Tis the dead of _Night_.
Snuggle down closer [Sidenote: ♓︎ _Look out for frost._]
Into your _Bed_,
And pull the _Coverlets_
Over your _Head_.
[Illustration: The Best that Life has to give.]