’Twas a braw, bricht, moonlicht nicht,
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below
When the dog barked in the nighttime!
It was three o’clock in the morning
I couldn’t sleep the whole night through
There was no point asking “Who'll let the dog out?”
Because I was alone in the house
But a wondrous huge buck and one smaller deer.
I had let the dog out, however,
She barked and the deer ran away!
Lindy fans, now and forever,
Will no longer regard her as sweet,
She barked at the deer in the nighttime,
Ornamental apples from our front-yard tree.
In spring the birds will get them
And it will all be Lindy’s fault
For waking me up at three.