Lickety

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I know you're there;
shadow drawing long pails;
Lickety split in the corner be you;
Lickety lick split;  
Come, come,
I've a yarn to tell boy;
A story to weave between fire light
and candle this night; And wax lyrical
a tuneful vocality I shall; Save the best
of my eye to gaze between fire and
feast;
A burdened chalice I've to fill with
darkened tale; Closer my dear lickety
I'll not bite or take flight;
Here,
be seated;
The night grows short and my tale long.