I have the greatest fun at
night,
When monitor window is shining bright,
Each friend I meet, each one's a square
Of some great quilt up in the air.
The blocks of gold have black between,
Wherever only night is seen.
It surely makes a gigantic quilt ---
With bits of dark and flecks of gilt ---
To cover up my weary, tired day
In such a cozy sort of way.
