Magic Kee's Magic Keys
by Marisa Montes
Copyright © 2001 by Marisa Montes. All rights reserved.
I am Magic—Magic Kee—
Bravest kid you'll ever see!
Angry dogs won't hang around.
Nights won't make a scary sound.
I have a secret weapon, see?
Seven Magic colored Keys!
Goblins underneath the bed?
No big deal—just rub the Red.
Blue Key scares the ghosts away.
(Unless a nice one wants to play.)
Yellow makes bad dogs go hide—
saved my brother when he cried.
Green Key makes the dentist's chair
lots less scary when I'm there.
When Doctor Sam prescribes a shot,
with Purple, I can say, "Why not?"
Turn the Orange left, then right—
No more noises in the night!
Roller coaster? Upside-down?
Toss my cookies? Nah! Rub Brown.
Monsters tumble to their knees,
When I rattle all my Keys.
Then one night:
MY KEYS ARE GONE!
My goose is cooked—
I won't see dawn!
"Have you seen my Keys today?
Mom, I need them, right away!
They're not in here and not out there—
I can't find them anywhere!"
"Haven't seen them, sorry, dear.
Tomorrow they might reappear."
After Mom turns off the light,
I hear strange noises in the night.
I scoot down low, I get real small,
I watch the shadows on the wall.
They'll be here soon—I want to cry.
I hold my breath . . . I'm going to die!
Ghostly whispers fill the room.
I stiffen with impending doom.
Goblins lurking over there;
Monsters crouching near the chair.
My body's shaking in my bed,
When suddenly,
I
SEE
RED!
After Red, I think of Green,
then all the colors in between—
All the colors of my Keys . . .
I WILL BRING THEM TO THEIR KNEES!
"Enough's enough! Get out of here!
VAMOOSE! Go 'way! Now, is that clear?"
The ghosts vamoose; the monsters scram,
The goblins through the window cram.
I leap from bed and to the floor,
When there's a tapping at my door.
The door creaks softly, opens wide . . .
My little brother steps inside.
"I can't sleep—I took your Keys . . .
I was bad . . . forgive me please?
So many things still frighten me,
Perhaps . . . if I could keep one Key?"
I walk my brother down the hall.
"Don't worry, Mac, just take them all.
You can keep them—it's your turn—
Until you learn what I have learned:
I am Magic—Magic Kee—
Bravest kid you'll ever see!
But I don't need these Magic Keys
'Cause all the Magic is in me!"