What is behind a keyhole?
It’s a mystery.
A little boy’s here for it.
There must be, for sure,
Things to be seen.
His mother won’t let him in.
He takes a chair,
He stands on his tiptoes,
He is just about there.
He knows so well,
He will be punished,
Or, he will fall from the chair.
There’s some kind of mystery
Right behind the door.
Such a scary history,
But I want some more.
Something’s hiding constantly,
It saw me before.
And I want to get there
To see night or dawn,
To see night or dawn.
What is behind a keyhole?
It’s a mystery.
A little boy’s here for it.
There must be, for sure,
Things to be seen.
His mother won’t let him in.
He takes a chair,
He stands on his tiptoes,
He is just about there.
He knows so well,
He will be punished,
Or, he will fall from the chair.
