A dull and dreary day   What else can you say?   "Eustice, you're always such a bore"   Why, thank you, Isadore"      They say a door is nothing on its own   It must lead somewhere   I'd like to go somewhere      We could go for a look-about in the attics and the closed rooms   Find diaries and letters of long-dead distant lovers   It'd be just like when we were children sneaking all around      We wouldn't make a sound   They'd beat us black and blue if we were found   But they can't touch us now      "Izzy, don't mean to be a bore but really Isadore   You know these gray days make me blue   I don't know what to do   No, there's nothing I want to do"      The dull and dreary day becomes a dark and stormy night   Eustice, we could go outside and bottle fireflies   Fairy lamps burn bright in the face of stormy night   And the old black umbrella could keep us from all harm      We could go to the lichyard and see what there's to see   Maybe a cabal meets underneath the banyan trees   It'd be just like when we were children sneaking all around      We wouldn't make a sound   We thought they'd reach out from their graves   And drag us down but they don't scare us now      "Izzy, don't mean to be a drag   But I'll do no such thing, I'm staying in this chair.   I'd probably break my neck falling in an open grave   Or catch some horrid, fatal ache"      "Oh Eustice, come with me, come outside   It'll be all right"