Nattens soundtrack

Det var ingen låt som fastnade i mitt huvud i natt. Av någon anledning går en liten dikt/saga runt, runt i skallen nu på morgonen.
Det är en dikt ur Tim Burtons lilla bok The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and other stories.

Stick boy liked Match girl,
he liked her alot
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
He burned up pretty quick.