I Open It

I am the only way

To enter the closed, dark place.

As l enter my room,

I twist a bit.

The latch of my room opens,

The knob is pulled.

Now the dark is filled

With a spectrum of lights.

I dance in the master's

Hand, jingling up and down.

Then l am thrown on

The table.

They don't care

How l help them.

Since l am a little

Key!