When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
and the old swing creacks in the dark,
that's when we go to the park,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
all three.
Softly down the staircase,through haunty hall,
trying to look, small,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
we three.
It's shivery
out in the dark
on our way to the park,
down the dustbin alley,
past the ruined mill,
so still,
just me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
just three.
And Little Gee
doesn't like it.
He's scared
of the things
he might see
in the park
in the dark
with Loopy and me
That's me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
the three.
There might be
moon wiches
or man-eating trees
or wetheres that wobble
or old Scrawny Shins
or hairy hobgoblines,
or black boggarts' knees
in the trees,
or things we can't see,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
all three.
But there's not,
says Loopy,
and I agree,
and Little Gee
gats up on my back and
we pass the Howl Tree,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee.
We heroes,
we three.
In the park,In the dark
by the lake and the bridge,
that's when we see were we wont to be,
me and Loopy and Little Gee
WHOOPEE!
and we swing and we slide and we dance
and we jump and we chase
all over the place,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
the Big Three.
And then the THING comes YAAAAAAAAiIIIOOOOOEEEEEEE!.
RUN RUN RUN shouts Little Gee to Loopy and me
and we flee,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
scared three.
Back where we've come through the park
in the dark
and the THING is roaring and following,
see?
After me and Loopy and Little Gee,
we three.
Up to the house,
to the stair,
to bed where we ought to be,
me Loopy and Little Gee,
all three.