Everyone from the town, holds it so dear

A magical time each would say,

Love always has a magical way.

A hard task now at hand,

Clean the Great Hall and make it grand.

Workers toiled long hard hours,

but after nine they began to sour.

By midnight all were gone

but a broom, a mop and a bucket each one.

With lights and music a wondrous delight,

The Broom and Mop came to life.

He took her hand and lead her to the floor.

His heart, now hers through the open door.

They waltzed the hours till dawn's daylight,

With no one around to take in the sight. -- Aine 2005