Quite in the alley
They are quite, dark, and trembling
Leaving a trail
Of water and cranberries
Nailing them to trees
I never learned their word for please
The impish Kalyani
Drifting through the household
Sweeping the tiles
Bracelets that jingle
Like an Arctic sleigh
Watched from a thousand miles away
If I could skip this
Fretting over inches
I think I would
Holding our child
Tiny, meek, and mild
Misunderstood
Quite in the hallway
They are lighting up their candles
Leaving a trail
Taking their skirts off
Teaming up in threes
I'll disappoint them on their knees
If I could skip this
Fretting over inches
I think I would
Holding our child
Tiny, meek, and mild
Misunderstood

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN