NORTHERN LIGHTS
Way up North where Santa lives
And magic is everywhere;
Where snow and ice
Have to suffice
And frigidity fills the air,
There's a little machine
That few have seen
It works on winter nights.
It rolls and churns
And spins and turns
And creates the Northern Lights!
And here is an illustration
That captures this wondrous thing.
Can't you see the swirls
And ripples and curls
Of the manufacturing?
From the heart of this wondrous motor
See the ribbons of light go forth!
Soon they will fly
Up to the sky
And entrance the folk up North.
Like magic they'll flow and flutter,
Like magic they'll swoop and spread,
And the rich dark night
Will be filled with light
Dancing up overhead!
Another piece of sky-whimsy here:
