The Little Matchstick

There comes a little matchstick;
who went about the town,
where candles dampened in the rain,
shruggled not to drown;

There came a little matchstick;
who lit the candle's light,
fed their wax the flames of life,
gave them back their sight;

There was a little matchstick,
who was needed now no more
by the candles with their lovely light,
just wood outside the door.