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'Twas midnight, and the sleepy heads
did toss and swivel in the dark.
All sturdy were the vacant beds
and the lost dreams embark.
"Beware insomnia, my
son!
The nods it steals, the doze it cheats!
Beware the early hours and shun
the tendency to drag one's feet!"
He took his
thermal fleece in hand,
awhile the bandit thief he sought--
So waited he for the guarantee
that sleep would soon be caught.
And, as in dopey thought
he sat.
Insomnia, with alert skill
came bustling through the welcome mat
for Z's it came to kill.
One, two! One, two! And
woo and woo!
The thermal fleece came softly down.
He was left tranced and hardly glanced.
The sky turned reddish-brown.
"And have you beat
insomnia?
Roll out of bed, my tired boy!
Oh glorious day! He hit the hay!"
He cackled in his joy.
'Twas midnight and the sleepy
heads
did toss and swivel in the dark.
All sturdy were the vacant beds
and the lost dreams embark.
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