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