The Skeleton Key

I have a secret special key
It helps me to look and to see
Into small places I might not
Or go places I shouldn’t be

I can go where I would get caught
And see things so special if not
I will go to the tall old oak
With branches and leaves I am fraught

When I got to the wondrous oak
Out of the top, my head I’d poke
I only saw the morning star
As it floated above my cloak

I watched it twinkle up so far
And I watched the horizon scar
The edge of the world, but not mar
Or hurt, as it covered that star

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