Jane Street
is ever gloomy toward evening,
Horatio and Charles,
Milligan and Gay:

A long spectral mysterious man
comes with his wand
and touches the lamps —
this one,
that one,
the next,
the next —
and they blossom!

Jane Street
smiles and is cheery at dawn,
Horatio and Charles,
Milligan and Gay:

The man comes again
and this one,
that one,
the next,
the next —