At fast approaching
night time,
Edgar made his move;
And as it was the
perfect crime,
I can only disapprove!
The staircase clock
said “half past eight,
“So hurry, Edgar, or you’ll be
late”.
Out of bed he leapt,
And dressed in oldest
gear;
Then down the stairs he crept,
So none of us
would hear.
“It’s
a quarter to,”
the large clock said,
As out the door our Edgar sped.
He ran out of the garden gate,
And down the narrow
lane;
Because our Edgar was so late,
He ran and
ran again.
The moon was
softened by the air,
And shone and lit up everywhere.
Poor Edgar was in such a rush,
And wondered if they’d
gone.
“Oh no, I’ve
left my new toothbrush,
“But I must carry on”.
A toothbrush?!
Edgar are you mad?
Please do tell
us why.
“But if I do, you’ll
say I had
“A dream of how to fly”.
Edgar, dear, you know what mother said;
“You must not
have too much to eat before you go to bed!”
Still he ran, and
never stopped;
I wish he’d
tell us why.
He’d
have run and run until he dropped
If he had not
looked at the sky.
“There they are,”
he cried out loud,
And pointed to a small white
cloud.
“I’m
coming, wait for me to come,”
And with it he did lift his thumb!
(He’d
clearly had too much to eat,
For, much to my
surprise,
He leapt up from his tiny feet,
And
covered up his eyes!)
Amazingly, I saw
him leave the ground,
And soon he was a good way in
the air.
There came a sudden, frightful sound;
Then Edgar wasn’t
there!
Unknown to us, our
Edgar dear
Had gone unto the stars;
And very soon
he was quite near
The planet we call Mars.
On he went, through
hot and cold,
But all the time, he was so bold.
Then he saw a speck of white:
The others from his
school;
They too had left just as the night
Air
crept with calm and cool.
The morning came
and we awoke,
And looked in Edgar’s
room.
But though we looked, and asked and spoke,
His whereabouts we must assume!
A week went by and
then two more;
No sign of Edgar yet.
There came a
knock upon the door:
Some friends, they’d
brought the vet!
“The vet,”
I shrieked with booming voice;
(For want of any
better choice.)
The vet’s
son, Willie’s
also lost,
And many others too:
The James’s
boys, and Davie Frost;
And Bob, and Spike and Hugh!
All the law force
searched around,
But not a trace could find.
Though Edgar, he was safe and sound,
But terribly
unkind.
Two weeks more we
had to wait,
Then home the party came.
“You’re
four weeks and six days too late,
Now
who is there
to blame?!”
Then Edgar told a
frightful fable,
And I thought that he was
quite
unstable.
But still, insistent as they all did seem;
“Oh Edgar, dear, where
have you been?”
No more, said
Edgar, or the rest,
And to this day I’ve
never guessed
Where Edgar went that night;
But now
we keep his door shut tight,
So if, perchance, it
opens out,
The burglar alarm will shout!