A cloaking robe of Elvenkind hangs in my Wardrobe behind All those things that Mother said were proper For a boy And I know I could not Say why On this summer evening Sixteen books on magic Spells stacked below the cloak of elves And sixteen books on Magic spells so elegantly Bound And I know I could not Say why On this summer evening And I know Something...something About you And I know Something...something About you A cloaking robe of Elvenkind hangs in my Wardrobe behind All those things that Mother said were proper For a boy