Sweet Dreams to the Sleepers! By CpSingleton
I come alive at five-to-five,
Doubly so at six.
This is so odd, ’cause most all nod,
Whilst getting their sleep fix.
For this is morn, or at least dawn,
And still the sandman waits!
Droop dear eyes, afore sunrise
Comes a-creeping past the gates!
I count the sheep, yet still no sleep!
I get to thirty-twelve!
No lanolin fool, on legs or spool,
Is allowing me to delve
Inside the calm of snoozy farm,
Set three acres left of joy!
I hope for thee, thy dreams are free,
Oh, every girl and boy!