A litte alien is sitting in the dark.
His only friend is a match,
which fire could show the little alien
what light looks like;
the little alien knows,
the match told him.
A scared alien is sitting
in the feeble light
of the burning match,
worried for his friend.
A sad alien is crying all its tears in the dark
for he now will be alone forever.
His last image being the smile
of his wooden friend,
died for his curiosity.