Once upon a midnight dreary,
fast asleep was sweet Buneary.
Deep in dreams, she dreamed of beings that seems to be of things of gore.

Under blankets, barely napping,
suddenly there came a tapping.
Then she woke up from her napping, a tapping came from her front door.

"It's some visitor," she thought, "tapping outside my door; only this and nothing more."

In the hall, there was an Ember,
lit because it was December.
Warmed her fur - she stopped, remembered, someone waits outside her door.