Pstryk

In the wa there sits a braw wee switch,
A titch of a switch – ’lectric whit –
Jist gie that braw wee switch a click
Brings the licht richt affay quick!

There’s nae fash –
Jist flick for a flash.
An ae mair time jist flick it doon,
An mirk comes fluidin in aroon,
An gin ye wer tae flick it thrice
The licht’d be back in a trice.

It his sik a saicret micht
In the wa that knackie titch!
Nicht – licht –
Licht – nicht.

But tell me whit’s that braw wee switch?
Caunlelicht? A skinkle bricht?
Hoo’d it get there? Whaur’s it frae?

’S no an aizel. It’s a cable.
A bit o flex an – electricitay!!
Jist hit the switch an – electricitay!
’lectrically sleekie electricitaaaayyyy!

So noo the licht –
Ye ken whaur it’s frae!

In the wall there sticks a little switch,
A little switch – electric, which –
Just give that little switch a click –
Brings you light double quick.

It’s easy all right:
Click and there’s light!
Flick once more – then
We’re in darkness again.
And if you give it another go,
You get the glow you had before.

It has such a secret might,
There in the wall, that tiny trick!
Night – light –
Light – night.

But tell me what’s that little switch?
A spark? A candle in a stick?
How’d it get there? From where can it be?

It’s no sparkle. It’s a cable.
Just a wire and – it’s electricity!!
Just flick the switch and – electricity!
Electrically slick electriciteeeee!

So where’s the light from?
Now you see!