In winter well travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
Well be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.
Youll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,
Grimacing shadows of evening,
Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past
Of black wolves and black demons.
Then youll feel your cheek tickled quite hard
A little kiss, like a maddened spider,
Will run over your neck
And youll say: Catch it! bowing your head,
And well take our time finding that creature
Who travels so far
