(IV)The wind keeps blowing.The door keeps opening.Will you be with me, my dear Lucy,When I look for candyDown there in the dark, dark kitchen?The wind keeps crying.The door keeps shaking.Will you be with me, my dear Lucy,When I pick up my toy puppyOut there on the high, high balcony?Wish you could always be with meAnd make them go away with your Do-Re-Me.I remember last HalloweenThey ran away when you started to sing,“Dear Tommy, my little king,Close your eyes and have a sweet dream.”So please stay with me and singTo stop them kicking the door, riding the wind,And pulling me down to their house under the ground.They’ll go away if you sing here for me,In a voice that gets a black cat’s hair standing,The strongest legs shaking, and the window glass breaking.(ideas from Matthew Sweeney’s poem)● poem 詩