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Sleepy Head the Sleepy Bed

Ahhhhhhhh,
I am quite tired.
But I can not get to sleep.
Though rest is just beyond my window
The curtains will not let me peek.
To sleep or not to sleep
That is the question
To toss and turn while the moon’s aglow
For that I feel so destined.
For sleep by any other name
Would still be as sweet
I’ve closed my eyes and counted to ten
Yet sleep still hides while I seek
 
I’ve tried stretching out across thelawn
Even imagined the sun strolling thehorizon at dawn
I’ve lied in corners of the cold darkgarage
Tried busy streets, scary alleyways,
And barren boulevards
I’ve counted sheep and calves
Zebras and giraffes
Elephants, hippopotamuses
Ostriches and rhinoceroses
I’ve yawned one hundred times
Then one hundred times more
How long must I bear this burden of notone mere snore?
 
I’ve ridden the crests of waves
And climbed atop a mountain on high
Bore tunnels down through the earth
And parachuted from the sky
I’ve been fired from gigantic cannons
On old time war ships
Even journeyed to ancient Rome
Then on to Italy’s boot tip
Ventured on to Egypt
Hoping to rest in a pyramid crypt
I’m so thirsty and only sleep canquench me
Yet it will not let me sip.
 
I’ve searched as far as the artic
Where I played with a clumsy purplewalrus
I’ve even pretended I lived inprehistoric times
As a Sleepy Bedasaurus
 
I hitched a ride on a locomotive
To the old Wild West
In search of the Golden Sleep Rush
In my 49er hat, boots, and vest
I went out in the Redwood Forest
And the biggest tree I chose
Hoping once I climbed inside
There I’ve find my doze
I could sleep one hundred miles perhour
In fact I couldn’t be more ready
I can’t remember ever a day
When I’ve been this eyelid heavy
 
I must keep trying
Hmm, I wonder…
If I bang my head and foot boardstogether
And say, “There’s no place likeslumber. There’s no place like slumber”
Would I wake up in the land of siesta?
Where as far as the eye can see,nothing but beautiful gardens
And I could stop to smell the roses
What do you mean there’d be no roses?
I beg your pardon!
 
Oh, let me think
How can I catch up on my winks?
Aha! I’ll call the doctor
And tell him I need to be hypnotized
And once he snaps his fingers
I could surely rest my eyes
Oh forget it doctor, it’s not working!
All these things I’ve tried
Now I’m even more exhausted
Yet still wide open eyed
 
Wait! What’s that noise?
It sounds like someone’s coming
Oh dear that sounds like hopping
Skipping and lots of running
Could that be a giant?
Stomping across the floor
Shhh! I think I hear him
Right outside the door
Oh what a pleasant surprise!
Come in yes please come in!
How could I have not known that it wasyou my happy friend?
I’ve globe-trotted, planned and plotted
But I declare I think I’ve got it
You’ve come that we both might rest
So I must bid being awake, “Adieu”
Because my beloved sleep has finallyarrived
Gift wrapped in a package called you.
 
 
 
 
Sleepy Head the Sleepy Bed
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The adventures of a restless bed that stops at nothing to get a good night's rest.

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