ALL INVITED Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes

The ocean was the color of the sky, while the child played on the sand,
His face, an angel's, I'll tell no lie, the fairest of the land,
Throwing rocks and singing songs while holding a pinwheel in his hand,
The wind whistling as he goes, like a flute in a marching band,
Little boy, little boy, forgetting his stars on his bedstand,
Must you leave your shoes and your wand?
Little does the boy understand,
At this point, the sky stand,
and it was something that was at-hand,

While the child rustled in the sand.

Starting again:

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves  

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.    (I'm sorry I couldn't find any other rhyme with 'ourselves' )

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying sane with books on the shelves,

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying sane with books on the shelves,
The hawk high above into the hole he delves.

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying same with books on shelves,
The hawk high above into the hole he delves.
A bird sitting in the nest where it dwells.

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying same with books on shelves,
The hawk high above into the hole he delves.
A bird sitting in the nest where it dwells.
A king sighs, as the rebellion he quells.

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying same with books on shelves,
The hawk high above into the hole he delves.
A bird sitting in the nest where it dwells.
A king sighs, as the rebellion he quells.
Behind the throne, a jolly man rings sleigh bells.

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying same with books on shelves,
The hawk high above into the hole he delves.
A bird sitting in the nest where it dwells.
A king sighs, as the rebellion he quells.
Behind the throne, a jolly man rings sleigh bells.
While a day away, face to face, two shadows fling their spells.

In the cold of the night we lose ourselves.
And at mid-day we can help elves.
Staying the same with books on shelves,
The hawk high above into the hole he delves.
A bird sitting in the nest where it is dwells.
A king sighs, as the rebellion he quells.
Behind the throne, and jolly man rings sleigh bells.
While a day away, face to face, two shadows fling their spells.

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