‘Twas the night before spring break, when all through the city Lots of young people were stirring, awake in their house; The short pants and short sleeves were hung in the closet with care, In hopes that warm weather soon would be there; The children were restless being stuck in there beds, While visions of pre-summer fun danced in there heads; And dark in the window and I on the couch, Had just woken up from a quick evening nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my resting place to see to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Turned on the light and threw up the sash. The moon on the rest of the fresh spring grass Gave the luster of morning to objects below, When what to my sleepy eyes should appear, But a kid on a razor scooter, offending my ears. With a little young rider so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a neighbor. More annoying than anything was the grinding that came, As he rumbled and grumbled down the pavement he came; As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When he meets a small rock scooter and rider will fly, So down to the street corner he flew, With a frown on his face and a broken scooter too.
And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the street The jumping and screaming and each muffled oof. As i drew in my hand and was turning around, Up from the pavement he came with a bound. He was dressed all in new clothing from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with dirt from a nearby tree root; A beat up scoter he had flung on his back, And he looked like he was homeless and high on crack. His eyes didn’t twinkle, his dimples not merry! His cheeks were filled with embarrassment and his face red as a cherry! His droll little mouth pulled down in a frown, And the amusement of his actions compared with a clown; The stump of a handlebar he held tight in his hand, And the thought of his misfortune circled his head, He had a broad face and a round little belly, That shook when he walked like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right sorry young elf, And i laughed when i saw him, in spite of myself; A twitch of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know i had something to dread; He spoke naughty words, but went straight to work, And fixed all the fittings and turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the street he rode; He sprang to his scooter, to his feet he gave it movement, And away he flew like the sound from a whistle.
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And i heard him exclaim, ere he rode out of sight,” AS LONG AS I RIDE NOBODY WILL SLEEP AT KNIGHT!”.