Midnight is a time for ghosts
When they come to play
Throwing all my toys on the floor
Shouting
‘Hip, hip, hooray!’

Midnight is a time for treats
And all I can possibly eat
Chocolates, cookies and pizza
Then I fall soundly asleep

Midnight is a time for stories
Funny, scary or sweet
Roasting fantasy marshmallows by the fire
Oh, that is quite a treat

Midnight is a time for witches
Will they be bad or good
Carrying me above the trees
Of the deepest darkest wood

But

When I wake up
My room is all clean
My toys are back under my bed
Where are all the cookie crumbs
Was it real
Or just in my head?