Late at night, lying in bed with my torch-light on, Midnight sun shining in my palm, Blanket fort holding so strong, This story book going on and on; I should have been asleep by now, The smallest noise still screams so loud, I'll be in so much trouble if I'm found, But I couldn't possibly put it down, The story's just catching steam and how! I can't even squeal I can't make a sound, But everything's bad; the villain's proud, I need to know how they're going to turn this around!