In a world of gray,

Where there is only work

And no play,

There is but one tiny Moppet.

Her name is Bip.

She is a lovely Sprite.

She sings in the dead of night.

Listen to her song,

And before long,

Everyone will sing along.

The gray will suddenly

Break away;

Making for a bright new day.

All the children will dance and play.

The lovely Moppet named Sprite

Will smile with such delight.

The world once again is right.

And now Bip can say, “Goodnight.”