The Town Called Sleep

As my mom turns off the light

And says to me, “Good night!”

I cannot wait to drift away to the town called sleep

And all the little people I get to meet.

 Then the bells start ringing from the steeple

And out come all the little people.

Dancing before my very eyes

Oh me; oh my! 

A Prince, a Princess; a King and Queen

And hundreds of people dressed in green.

Up and down the bedposts with leaps and bounds

Happy little people are all around.

Singing and dancing till night is done

 We always have so much fun.

 But, our little secret I must keep

Until next time in the town called sleep.

C. S. Craig 12/13/09

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